Hyacinths & Biscuits

Cup of Tea.

Place the kettle on the stove.
I stood as the you told me you had to leave. You were so gentle about it,so very calm. It was as if you didn't understand that your words were tearing me apart.
wait for the water to boil. Steam will leave the spout.
My sadness transitioned to anger. My face reddening as I scream "You promised not to leave! You promised you weren't like the other boys you fucking promised!"
Remove the kettle from the stove and pour water into a mug.
You held me as I cried,as I pounded my fist against your chest screaming and sobbing muttering about broken promises and how I refuse to let you leave me. Slowly,my rage turns to nothing but heavy sobbing and asking "Why Why WHY?!"
place a tea bag in the mug and wait.
As I calmed,you told me you'd wanted to leave for a while. You sat in thought for hours wondering how to tell me you'd met someone new,over a cup of tea at the bistro down the road.
Remove the tea bag,and dispose of it.
You threw me away. Threw me away like a piece if trash you didn't need anymore, like a piece of irrelevant filth. You threw me away for something sweeter,something better.
Add sugar and honey,with a small squeeze of lemon.
I should have known you'd leave. You hated tea,yet you started going out for a cup everyday.
Enjoy your soothing cup of tea.
I guess I just wasn't the right cup for you.