Tea for Three

5:41pm

We sit and have a drink. 

But she's there;

She's always there.

I try to ignore her and conversate as people do.

But she's looking, only at me.

I itch in my own skin, and tug at my neck

Wishing she were never born,

Wondering why she cares so much,

But here she is. 

I can't focus the lens

So I glare over with sharp eyes,

But her stare fills me with discomfort instead.

I'm never going to be without her.

She means well,

But regardless I picture drowning her in a shallow pond.

I picture choking her until her last breath pops out of her throat

Like the last bit of toothpaste in a tube.

But we are connected like skin and muscle.

We are connected like life and breath.

I will never escape her. 

I have been here before, 

And she has dragged me home kicking and screaming.

But as long as I keep coming here to have a drink,

She will always be here too.

It will always be tea for three.

5:57pm