You once said I was your cup of tea,
But now you know I'm
not,
Boiled and steeped so
long,
I think that maybe you
forgot.
For as you held me to
your lips,
Expecting something
sweet,
The cold ceramic in your hands,
Held only bitter heat,
Splattered on the
carpet,
Stains and broken shards,
I told you it would end
this way,
You wouldn't give me kind regards.
I'm over-steeped and
bitter,
As I seep into your
floor,
You want to leave this
mess behind,
And walk right out the
door.
I wasn't watered down
enough,
Not quite sweetened
right,
But I could wake you in
the morning,
And see you to bed,
each night.
I know I wasn't
perfect,
I may have caused you
pain,
But you said I was your
cup of tea,
And you'd love me just
the same.
Now I see the problem,
It's very clear to me,
You really wanted
coffee,
And I was only tea.
