How lovely it may sound to have someone telling you you are his cup of tea. How lovely it may feel that there is someone who considers you special. How lovely it may see that you are loved. How sweet it is to know that you are a reason someone is smiling today.
However, not everyone is experiencing to be someone's cup of tea. Not everyone is fortunate to be one. If you were someone's cup of tea, be grateful of that person because you mean a lot.
However, not everyone is experiencing to be someone's cup of tea. Not everyone is fortunate to be one. If you were someone's cup of tea, be grateful of that person because you mean a lot.
I was everyone's cup of tea, or so I thought I was. It is not because I showed them some things I am capable of, but maybe because they found in me a rare jewel. I only did what I had to do. I followed what are ought to be followed. I was an epitome of a good follower, then. However, things suddenly fell apart. Everything has changed in a snap of a time. I was unaware of what was happening. Everything's seemed perfect and in order. All I was thinking was things would stay the way they were for a longer time. I was wrong. I was looking for reasons why it happened. It turned out it was me who turned everything upside down. It was me who, instead of making things better, made them worse. Maybe, I was the one who was called to be blamed for what had happened. I don't know.
I am not everyone's cup of tea, since then. That's the truth! I was a jewel on a crown, now a jewel in a drawer. I did my best to win back their hearts, I failed again and again. I do not know now what else I could do to feel loved and feel important.
I am not someone else's cup of tea. Nobody care to let me know I am theirs. That makes things even worse--I. Am. Not. Someone's. Cup. Of. Tea.
My heart is broken, as it has always been. My spirit's dying as it has always been. I am dead tired. I am tired of trying to win back what had lost. I am tired of trying to move mountains on my own. I am tired of trying to work out what's at hand. Everything's falling apart, and it never has ended. I am losing the grip of all the promises uttered on my ears. I am losing the faith that everything would become better in just a matter of time. Maybe it is time to stop believing that there would be someone who will fight for me, and start living as a loser and accept the fact that I am not qualified to be somebody's cup of tea, even before the beginning of time. Maybe it is time to stop believing I am a precious gem, and start accepting I was just a piece of cheap glass pretending to be a diamond. Maybe it is time to stop everything once and for all. No one even cares to pick up a broken cup of tea, literally. What's more to a person with a broken heart and a dying spirit? Maybe, this is the cue to just let the dirt bury me underneath. Well, anyway, I am of no use to anyone anymore because I am just another broken cup of tea.
I am not everyone's cup of tea, since then. That's the truth! I was a jewel on a crown, now a jewel in a drawer. I did my best to win back their hearts, I failed again and again. I do not know now what else I could do to feel loved and feel important.
I am not someone else's cup of tea. Nobody care to let me know I am theirs. That makes things even worse--I. Am. Not. Someone's. Cup. Of. Tea.
My heart is broken, as it has always been. My spirit's dying as it has always been. I am dead tired. I am tired of trying to win back what had lost. I am tired of trying to move mountains on my own. I am tired of trying to work out what's at hand. Everything's falling apart, and it never has ended. I am losing the grip of all the promises uttered on my ears. I am losing the faith that everything would become better in just a matter of time. Maybe it is time to stop believing that there would be someone who will fight for me, and start living as a loser and accept the fact that I am not qualified to be somebody's cup of tea, even before the beginning of time. Maybe it is time to stop believing I am a precious gem, and start accepting I was just a piece of cheap glass pretending to be a diamond. Maybe it is time to stop everything once and for all. No one even cares to pick up a broken cup of tea, literally. What's more to a person with a broken heart and a dying spirit? Maybe, this is the cue to just let the dirt bury me underneath. Well, anyway, I am of no use to anyone anymore because I am just another broken cup of tea.
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