swallowing bitter tea with a smile.
it sat there, its presence shadowing my every thought
it seeped. it spread, the scent calling to me
and the leaves settled heavily, with me
bracing myself, sinking
swallowing bitter tea with a broken smile
swallowing bitter tea, I cannot.
the cup dropping from my hands, the facade shattered
bitterness overwhelming every sense, one thought struck hard
a mess. pooling, on the floor, on my cheeks
drops of water, falling
swallowing bitter tea, I cannot pretend to smile
Some days are rougher than others. Sometimes you see the blow coming, much like a train, but all you can do is brace yourself. But there are always the good people (friends or not) willing to give you a hug. Thank you.