t a s t e

it was during lunch when he burst into zillion of tears.

and he was asking for her.

this is not the first time he asked for her.

and it was more than once that i feel green with envy.

then it hit me,

what am i to him?

what am i doing here?

why am i here?

whatever the answer is, my existence wouldn't make any difference.

it's kinda sad, but that's the truth

i'm either too salty or creamy or sweet or watery for a soup.

whatever I taste like, i'm never perfect in his eyes