Karma Milk Tea

Thinking you’re special and not at all to that someone, tastes confusing and messed up, but you’re addicted to it because it's an abusive and manipulative, toxic relationship. Why do you bleed milk tea? Would it quench me when you’ll be drowned by your own blend?

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Pop goes the transparent plastic container

Filled with grinded, refined dry ingredients,

tea, milk whipped or proclaimed fresh, syrup,

bubble jelly, full of ice, and add-ons of choice

As you punched the cracks on the lid with straw.

Which I thought was your overdue action

to all the words you infatuated me with

What's left was the hole in my cheesecake heart

cut deep and bled my excitement out as I cry

endlessly spilling the tea we shared alone.

When it's not enough, you grabbed my drink

and pierced a new straw, same kind of plastic

This one reached to the other end, impaling me

Drained what's already gone into a void

Fed up, going around as your unofficial favorite.

Filled my cup so you can sip sentiments you lack

And It's a realization that they were just sweets,

sugar coats, unreal balance of nothing but that

Now I will be the poison consuming within you

Lava that thirsts you forever in a forgotten menu.

- J.Lee