I Wanted Coffee…

A passionate history of empty promises,

In the chamber of moments never written,

I was waiting for you…

Your presence

poured out like perfume –

No wonder I adored you so much.

Just wanting you to look at me once more…

Just look at me like love.

And like a break from war,

I accept you with open arms wide open,

Just glad that you’re breathing again,

And glad that you’re whole.

 

 

Now I am everything depicting broken because it is my heart that you stole.

Now here you are…

And I am unable to feel my own hollow; due to the illusion that you make me whole.

Waking up next to you, with the smell of coffee brewing parallel to morning dust.

Coffee synonymous to lust

At this moment, I am unable to differentiate between love and lust.

I’ve avoided so many potential heartbreaks

Yet I still want to face your heads on.

Upon preparation for this moment

I specifically said I wanted coffee.

And not coffee in the morning.

But Coffee as a gesture.

A simple gesture to show that you care.

 

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Words.

I have not met you,

But I assure you that your words have been polite.

You have taught them well.

Your words cling to my tongue

They grip me

See, my words no longer heal me.

I can no longer feast upon my words.

My words don’t even greet me.

They hate me.

But I need words.

I need your words.

They have told me all about you,

The storms in your eyes,

Your crooked smile,

Your words are warmer than mine,

Even though you’re more broken than the ocean,

Your words heal me.

But more than anything,

They Speak.

I can tell they’ve been birthed by pain,

And mother by misery,

Heavily burdened,

Yet gentle enough to lie on dandelions.

Your words make me feel like wild fires in love.

You write beautifully.

Thank you.