Title: Canderel
by Craig from Cornwall | in writing, poetry, love
When I reply to your question of how I take my tea
milk
no sugar; I'm sweet enough,
it isn't because I am actually sweet.
I won't serenade you with an explosion of flowers on valentines day.
Your parents won't adapt to me like an extreme climate change and call me son.
I won't write you sonnets of age defined beauty worthy of the leak in your tear ducts.
I am no harbour
I don't expect you to fall for me.
When I reply to your question of how I take my tea
milk
no sugar; I'm sweet enough,
it isn't because I am actually sweet
I just don't want you to realise that I will rot your teeth.
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