this tea tastes like artificial sweetener.
you know, that stuff that looks like cocaine.
in the gaudy pink packets, made to look all the sweeter.
i hate the fake sweetness
like a mother's smile,
when she looks at her son's lover.
the rain falls cold and soft as i walk.
cold enough to be miserable,
but soft enough to endure the journey.
like a tender, distant embrace
from someone who is scared to get too close.
the cars whiz by in the night.
working in dangerous, too-close patterns together.
to all get home thirty seconds faster.
like a girl too impatient for love
who becomes reckless and crashes.














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