Lukewarm TeaA Poem by YouoweYoupayA cup of lemon-mint tea is only satisfying when it's hot on a cold evening.
I'm so Goddamn sick Of the same drama flick
I sputter sighs here and there Wrestle no one but myself Over quotes of dark and fair
I'm so darn sick Of circles and lines Of hazy chipped signs Of adorned chants Once called divine
I'm sick, I'm sick Of vain anticipations Just to be sweeped again With the tide of Californication
I'm f*****g sick Of talking to boulders And a bamboo stick
I'm honestly sick Of half-hearted attempts To smother your self contempt And sarcastic schemes A new act through the same theme
I'm sick Of your holly manuscripts And your Godly lit aura That shows beneath your eyes Arousing one thousand why's
I'm tired Of slow-dancing Through papers and ink Dimmed by the twilight That never blinks
I am sick Of learning how to count The color strokes That do not count
I have grown ill Of apologizing For dreaming
I'm sick Of wrenching the corners Of my face into one grin Staying awake in the night To keep my guard higher
I'm sick Of drying spilled oil paint Mistaking a tie for a harness Of having to admire a Saint Mistaking caution for slyness
I'm sick Of huffing at the non-existent steam Of a lukewarm fill of tea Of having to supress the scream
Or seeing rolling eyes At that I have confessed:
That I am sick of being sick. © 2011 YouoweYoupayAuthor's Note
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