You took sugar in your tea.
It suited you -
sweetening a bitterness,
which was what you did best.
Cover up the taste.
Always the same;
three spoons of sweet falsity.
One spoonful of sugar
for each fight.
You took sugar in your tea.
Just as you brought me
roses
when you hated me,
jewellery,
when you loathed me,
chocolates
when you despised me.
When I hated you
I gave you –
nothing.
Now you have
nothing
but three spoons of sugar
every morning.
In your tea.















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