Every midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup of
teaHe stays up with me and we discuss thingsMost of the time he
just listensOther times offers suggestions or he just ignores my
questionsIt gets more depressing as time passes, because every
nightI ask this one question and all he does is wipe his
glassesIt's aggrevating as hell and I'm just waiting
to tellwhether or not he can even remember the answer..Or
whether or not he's choosing not to tamper with his
memory..Or whether or not he can even fucking remember me. What
a waste of timeBut every night it's that same damn
routine:One green cup of tea and me stuck all by myself once its
emptyThen I'm off to bed with plenty of caffiene to keep me
up and thinkingThe cup I'm drinking from is never cleanI
can't remember if it's a dream once I awake and I
walk..From my messy bed and anticipate the next late night
talkEvery midnight we sit at the coffee table and we share a cup
of teaHe stays up with me and we discuss thingsMost of the time
he just listensOther times offers suggestions with his awful
expressionsAltered refelctions...his whole aura is
see-throughWith more confessions...I don't want to leave
you"This cup should be bottomless!"...as my insecurities spillI
see his face fading away. I surely need a refillI purposely keep
still and don't move muchExcept to wet my lips with sips.
With every kiss of death I lose touchI sip the tea carefully
because its at the degree of seperationTasting the forked tongue
in bi-lingual conversationWaiting for his answer still...and at
any given chance I willSweet and Low my bitter past...let the
cancer kill the small talk"Alright, man...this bitter taste in
my mouth needs to get washed outGhosts in this house don't
have anything timely to talk about."The concept is dead.
There's nothing death should interruptI went to bed last
night with one sip left in the cup
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