poet – John Onyx

Honest Tea

Sit with me. Let’s have a cup of honest tea, and figure out exactly where we’re meant to be.

At the end of the night, we all must pay our tab. And when the money runs out, all that’s left is everything we’re running from.

A long time ago, in a classroom far far away… I wanted to be a writer.

As if happiness has a certain scent that even my best lavender softener could pretend to be.

I’m trying so hard to forgive myself, for all the things that were never my fault.

I asked your heart to hold still so I could paint you in my dreams; knowing all along, that I love the way watercolor runs in the rain.

Please… Let me torture myself a little longer, so that I don’t forget what it feels like to fall in love.

Maybe someday, I might show up, in your sweetest dreams…

The madness, might grip my soul, and crumble me like the ten-page love letter I never sent to my high school sweet heart.

I’ll keep driving for now, at least, until somewhere, catches up to me.