Sipping my tea at a cafe
I saw them,
holding hands and laughing as they sipped on their smoothies
i felt them,
warm and watery. The tears ran on my rounded cheeks onto my cup.
You were the poison
And yet I kept drinking from your cup.
I could have broken under the weight of my past,
trying to rectify and please
maybe question and sulk.
I don’t even know why i kept coming back but i guess it was revision not to repeat the same mistake twice.
Your mess was a qualification for my love.
I let my love pull down the strongholds of those memories and silence the accusing voices and i loved HIM
gave him my heart like it hadn’t been hurt before
gave him my soul like it was a lollipop,
i let him take total control
i wasn’t worried about another mess,
it was only one heart and i was positive it would heal
yet still, i had high hopes in HIM
since then, its been handled like a fine piece of glass,
and i am at rest