The Most Bitter Wine
Sour grapes make for the most
bitter wine.
I drink from it daily
Seeing lives I wish to lead
Moments I wish were mine
Familiarity breeds contempt
Brewing this hatred inside
No longer happy for you
No longer living through you
But resenting you
Questioning, why you
Not me
Turning all these sweet things
sour
Turning all this love into
rancour
Turning these brown eyes,
green
Filling my glass to the rim
I take another sip.
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