Green Tea in the Snow

I never loved green tea until you crept into my life.
My orders turned from hot chocolates to cups of you.
Stopping me from feeling empty.
Yet stabbing me like a hot knife.

So when I turned into a statue,
Silent and covered in the snow,
I realized I never wanted to change.
Your grip kept me alive, and kills me the same.

So as I walk into this mass of guilt,
And step onto the frigid glass at my feet,
Staring into my reflection, I know:
I need you more than you need me.

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