Peach Tea Lemonade
I don’t know how to start this poem.
We met at a movie theater.
I though that if you were going to be an ass might as well meet on my side of town.
It was my first time meeting someone from a dating site in person.
Seeing you for the first time was the taste of sweet tea
but soon enough it became sour like lemons
After a couple of months your true self started to seep through
it was a leak in the ceiling of my life
becoming more and more of problem
I had to deal with but did’t want too.
Yelling here and there about things you wanted to change but didn’t
Smoking to cover your pain instead of talking.
I told myself that this is the price I will pay for love.
I thought you was my soul mate.
My one true love.
But once my confidence was built up
I realized that I deserved better.
I was worth more than the bitter taste of lemons
I deserved more than a hint of sweetness on my tongue
And I will get it.