You were my morning coffee.
With each sip, you became my perfect drip
I became alive-
But never learning
I wouldn’t notice my tongue burning
Neglecting how many grounds I began to waste
Now noticing each day there was a different taste.
Bold. Enriching my mind.
Memories becoming to thick, getting lost in the grind
Fulfilling. Holding you to warm the parts of me that weren’t awake.
Bitter. Starting days with dissatisfaction, never taking a second to reckon my intake of my reaction
Strong. Conquering moments that were holding me back
Forgetting the tendencies I seemed to lack
Perfect. There was nothing else I needed to sustain my days
Routined in my ways
I became addicted
Better then anything that could be predicted
You made the days seem easier, and I felt more aware. Like without you I wouldn’t be all there.
I never thought that you would ever run out after this long -that I would need to take my time having you.
I was wrong.
Unfulfilled. I started burning from the inside out
I could never control the amount
Raw. From each time my lips were burning
Weak. Throughout time I forgot how to make you strong
I just stopped learning.
Cold. From each time that I had left you sitting out-
You couldn’t handle the amount of time waiting for me to wake up and need you.
You were my morning coffee.

You’re the sun on my skin
Crawling through my hairs, letting me feel the heat.
Lighting me up, until I spill a sunset
Pouring over all the skies.
I begin to transcend into night
Capturing stars in my eyes.
Waiting until tomorrow,
To feel you burn again

Our eyes met,
Hands touched
And sparks filled the room
You were destined for me

We kissed and snuggled,
I felt your breath on me,
I felt your pain,
I was yours

I showed you off to the world,
I thought death couldn't keep us apart,
I was you and you were me,
I lived my life with you

I learnt how to love with you,
You gave me hope
But death cheated us
I wouldn't stop playing with death,
Till, I'm yours and you are mine again,
See you soon, my love.

©Nalli

A bud in each ear, I walked
through snow, through rain,
across the green, across the streets
head down, gazing at the ground,
placing one foot in front of the other.
Some days, there was no sound,
no need, the effect was the same,
an excuse not to engage,
a license to be ignored,
a semblance of normalcy
where I didn’t have to feel
like the outsider I was.
I could choose to play that role
instead.

you,
gentle beast
touching my skin like King Midas

me,
excavating your iced eyes and
devouring them raw with tenderness
and overindulgence