it's as if life's playing favoritism

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Chamomile is (my pick) your favorite tea. You love champagne better but in our Sunday afternoon routine you'd rather ask for what i prefer. Bad for you I'm such an indecision. I'd go for my basic hot matcha again and again and it's Chamomile tea for you over and over. I apologized but you always shake your hand in disagreement. Saying you love just everything about me and my slightest existence.

On Friday afternoon I'll see you everywhere in our apartment. Hands busy through the living room to your only access kitchen. I'm sitting down there on the couch as you go back and forth, tasting me your newest masterpieces I can't help but to get mesmerized by its very slice. It's as if your love was everything I digest. It's sweet and warm and familiar and brings me back to peace.

It’s as if your love was everything I digest.

My little garden in the balcony is my second favorite place after the living room, but you said I need to consider putting it on third 'cause in your eyes my shadows linger the most in the bedroom. You wonder why do I water those White Waves when you read in your Safari they could live just by a little amount of it. You’ll say I’m playing favoritism 'cause why the hell I let those Peace Lilies inside while any other of my children stay outside.

Soon I'll learn to comment on your crazy made dishes. I'll learn how they should taste sweeter or saltier. Soon enough you'll too learn the difference between little and nothingness.

You’ll learn that other than life, the sun could also blow a death to the prone soldier.

Late in saturday night we'd recall every single thing left traces through the week. We'd keep it in the box in our heart so deep. I'd sleep in your arms as you lay kisses through my temple until it reaches my whole face.

That's just how our love use to feel like: It's new but living old in my mind. It teaches me everything I never knew but it looses me up to the foolness too. It shows me so many greatest thing but I get dizzy at your smallest consideration.

It’s as if all I know was your existence. And I’m such a fool and stupid and idiot at the moment. When I know I shouldn’t. But, it’s as if all I know was your sole existence.

Poor my children I no longer love the garden. I even hate how the living room smells the moment those boxes filled this apartment. And I'll watch you pack your things so there's nothing left in the kitchen. We say nothing to each other and I'm sick to grant you punishment for breaking down the queen and the castle. But, both of us remain silent.

The blame is on me ‘cause I'm blind to our glamorous love I should've known it's temporary. I should've known we couldn't bring this anywhere since you know only the life inside the kitchen and any other thing but you in my eyes were transparent.

We're the idiots full of the contrary. You're the scaredy cat of the idea of forever yet I still pull you along all my fake bravery.

We’re running nowhere. Forgot to bring along the thing that actually matters. And on the way I’m tired of telling you to add more sugar ‘cause my tongue feels dessert ought to taste sweeter. For I was never once a good mentor. And you’ll comment on my garden more often. You’ll care less and less you start showering my White Waves too frequent. And I’ll scold you to death while the sun kills all of my prone soldiers.

Your brought-up love was once sweet and warm and familiar but now it wasn't more than the most suffocating thing I swallow just for it tastes bitter. Your arms was a place I'd long for but not anymore. Then I'd stopped counting days now my weekends no longer filled by grace.

You said the bedroom is where my ghosts linger so did it haunt you in your new apartment? Because I crawl out of the kitchen and swore to lock it up forever. The whole apartment crumbles as I cautiously put band-aid on every part of me that’s broken.

You said I'm playing favoritism, but I think life's the one who controls the game: for that I saw you running with your new girl as it tores me over and over.