FUCK YOU

You were the first one who made me feel brave
Secure
And proud of myself
Do you remember?
Afterwards, I got addicted to that feeling - the feeling of secureness
I fell in love with that feeling - and I could always use some more

I loved that you asked me
I loved that you were interested, even though you really weren't ( I learned that later)
I love
I still love
Your conceited, arrogant ass

The coffee that you made me
tasted like chantarelles

Can you imagine what I do
While my mom braids my hair?
I weep
Silently, without anyone noticing
Even I won't necessarilly notice..
It means nothing
It feels like nothing

I miss
I really miss
That you asked me
And I pray
That you'd ask me once more
I feel I took the last time for granted

I truly hate 
That I realize too late
What's important, what's worth it
Untill I lose my chances
And only get coffee
That tastes like what a normal coffee would taste like