coffee stains

perhaps

maybe i'd then again turn out
to be a disappointment
so i'm sorry
since i'm not as amazing
as you thought i am
and i'd be.
maybe i'm just a mere page
in a chapter out of your story.
maybe the love
you say you have
is just an idea
of the feeling and me.
maybe, one day,
when you wake up,
you'd prefer tea
over coffee.
i'm saying this,
because
every time i look
into your eyes,
saltwater on paper
staring back
at me
to me
is me...
is all i see.
and maybe the word love
will one day melt
between your teeth
and all of the
said feelings you have
will be buried beneath.

- from a girl who was used and tired of always being a second option to everyone.