once upon a tea time,
nibbling on biscuits,
sipping on fragrant green tea,
i'd whisper secrets to you over the table.
and i'd secretly hoped
you'd look my way and smile
instead of giggling away
at the stupid china teacups.
because as pretty
and elegantly designed as
the silver spoons were,
they made terrible listeners.
so when i forcefully pushed off
your dainty, fragile teapot
to garner your attention,
we both knew.
like the ornate shards littered on the carpet,
and your anguished cackles of distraught,
we were broken.
(and this time, i refused to be the glue.)
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