virginangelic

Brew

I seek a steaming brew,

Made with love.

To wash away

The bitter aftertaste

Of that blue blue day

When you told me to go away.

When you said I do,

The heavens rang out with joy.

Raptures all around.

And I sat, looking,

Watching.

Staring.

Hoping.

So now my heart’s broken,

My spirits dejected,

My hopes crushed and erased,

But I will survive.

Yet now you stand at the door,

Crying and weeping.

A mere shadow of your former self.

Asking me to take you in.

I knew who I am to you.

Your back-up plan, your safety net.

And I realised who’s the victor of the game

-The game of love.

I smile.

You smile.

And I slam the door at you.

And so I continued.

Drinking the steaming cup of tea

Finally getting my victory.

I’ve picked myself up.

It’s time to go.

So move along,

You’re not the one for me.

This one is my favourite of all that I've written.:)

My fav poem: Brew