Green Tea

The green tea is cold and gritty

Beyond that, a torn shirt sleeve,

And the taste is bitter

It burns after we fight.

At least you left me something I see


Published by: jarredkeaneyeah

I’m not sure if I’m a Comedian, a Poet, a Novelist, or a Failure. Odds are it’s a blur of all. I put spasms of emotion here, I put my work here, I put my hope here. I write about music for magazines and fiction for posterity. I'm not good at relationship and I like crying because I’m a real man. I’ll learn how to build and fire a rifle soon to prove that.

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