green tea and garbage

Sweet tea.
All but garbage
I taste you in my saliva.
Just another sorrowful reminder
Of what once was.
Images to blank and bland to bare
Grotesque hands reach around my neck.
Without question they are my own.
Are you happy you got the best of me?
But I always thought that I'd leave
Dramatically...
Coiled, grasping tighter.
I thought there'd be blood.
You don't want a mess do you?
Oh I miss the way you used to be.
A nicer prettier, happier version of me.
And here it comes
Like a cockroach choking it's final stench.
We used to be... so close.
What have I done to hurt you so badly?
So bad that you avenge even your memory?
Sadness grows cruelly.
When did I become this monster?
Childish excuses are infallible.

Oh sweet, dear sister. Since when have we drifted so? Don't you miss me? And my Hollywood pranks. He sis, does it hurt? I promised just as I promised.