you pick up a coin
and you bend for a time
and i have a time looking
at you
for that moment
i begin talking to myself
as you rise
and look at the side of the road
where cars are
passing by
this thought is mine alone
if i share it to you
i may hurt
i have a conclusion
but i will keep it
forever to myself
i have no right to
hurt you with all our
years
you look at the menu
you like
a strawberry shake
i prefer a cup of hot green
tea
i am the one bitter
i admire you for staying sweet
i am bitter and it is not your fault
it will be unfair
if i keep on justifying my errors
for love
love is always unfinished
it will always grow its roots and tendrils and climb upon
other fences
i sip bitterness
how i wish to tell you something else
you order a tiramisu
you offer a slice and you put it in my mouth
how can i refuse it?
in the middle of my bitterness
i still keep that respect
and so i swallow it
'it is delicious' i say
and then you smile
i am guilty. I am.
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