the day you didn't give me flowers
was the day i wished for a sign
if you truly care about me
but i knew the answer thenthe night you didn't give me a call
was the night i thought
you were the one for my soul
but i knew the answer thenthat one october day you broke me
you were never really sorry
thoughts of me dying
wished it would come true immediatelythat december night we're together
you didn't wear the shoes i gave
but i saw pictures of you wearing it
without me in itphoto of me in a wallet
thinking you'd use it everyday
but it seems you couldn't let go
of the old one where her photo liesyou had time for the others
but you blame me for begging it
nagging i shouldn't
and i knew the answer theni held your hand in public
looking at you dearly
but you looked away
and apparently let go of meyou kissed me in bed
but you kissed her
under the myriad of stars
and where the moon shines so brightso stupid of me to think
that we were both on the same page
of the book i am reading
where i knew how the story endsthe rest knew about her
they never knew about me
just a girl who fell in love
with lies and dishonestygetting jealous of something
that i knew the answer since then
but still i pursue
that someday you will be mine tooa bunch of tears falling
put it in a bucket
hoping you'd feel something
but you didn'tnever had the decency to tell me
that you would be gone for good
the emptiness right now
is the answer of it all then

YOU ARE READING
Coffee Memories: Sweetened Black
PoetryEverybody's cuppa but only one is his sweetened black.