The coffee shop reeked of introspection
It was quiet but noisy at the same time
From slight chattering that flittered the patio to cars battling in traffic
She felt like she finally belonged

The smell of coffee thrilled her
She would romanticize each cup
Just the thought of hot steam curling around her lips as they pressed against the lovely mug made her quiver

She was never very patient
Every sip would slightly burn her tongue
But that never seemed to bother her

She valued the little things
Each sip, exhibited a moment of warmth, relief, and sincerity
In between each sip, her mind found relief
After each sip, sincerity found itself to be ironically bitter
It was 82 degrees and she found her coffee to be just as warm as the sun
Too busy romanticizing the view around her
She burnt her tongue once again

God, I've spent my entire life saying, "I don't need anyone." "I can do this myself." But for once in my life, I hate that I can say I need you. I need you to want me, and I want you to need me. I do need someone in my life, and it's always been you.

I got lost in the idea of love.
I got lost in your lies.
I got lost in the lust I once yearned for.
I found myself at odds ends,
reality vs reality
both bitter, and both sweet.

I thought you were sweet to me at one point in time,
But you've always been bitter, just like my coffee without sugar.
I drink my coffee black,
with one pack of sugar.

I didn't lose faith in love, because I haven't found it yet.
reality sets in
the past is sweet,
the future is sweet
and my coffee?
It's not bitter.

The clouds covered the east side of the sky in irony.....


---- sorry.

I just want to sit outside with you all night and just talk. Don't you?

11 pm and I'm actually laying in bed for once. No drunk nights can avoid the unavoidable thoughts of feelings. All I can think of is how much I miss you. And at the same time all I can think of is how it's 11 pm, hoping you're doing the same.
-I.g.

"Watch the stars" he said
"Okay."
her eyes were shut to stone.
"What did you wish for?"

laughs "wishing doesn't work like that?"

he loved the way her mind reasoned

"What if I don't say anything to anyone?"
                        he loved her
"What a temping offer."
everything about him tempted her.

"So will you tell me?" just as he smirked charmingly

she leaned in like she was going to Kiss him
" a secret wouldn't be a secret if I told anyone, would it?"
         she pushed him back, let go of his shirt and laughed
you could almost hear his heart beat regulating

"Promise we will be friends forever?"

the warmth started to disappear from her body just as a slight ache settled in her  stomach.

                    "Forever"
she smiled
                                    
she loved him

They both continued to stargaze.

Our bodies were too close for comfort not to touch,
My breath laid heavy as you grabbed my heart
Your lips were bitter, just like the beer you drank that night,
My head was spinning.
I hate you,
I love you,
I miss you so much.
Silence became a paradox that night,
Wrongs became right,
And right became wrong.
We felt alone as we were in a room filled with fouls,
The past seeks the future, as the present lives for the past.
Guilt is eating me out alive of the memory of that night,
A fog hits my room, to agree with my head.
It's a love game,
No more bets.

He crossed her mind
She hit her bowl

Bad ideas are my favorite ideas.

I loath the 9 am small talk
“Good morning, how are you?”
“ oh, fine—you”
As if much has changed from the last 24 hour hours
Polite causalities are anything, but—polite
In fact, they are rather artificial just like those bags of chips on the table
Nonetheless, I indulged and patiently walk away
Quickly before the irritation is to strike me again, I patiently wait for the *** to stop brewing
Coast is clear no coworker in sight—I think to myself
I calmly pour the coffee into my mug and just as I’m ready to walk out
The pedestal of politeness makes his grand entrance
Small talk is now forced into a long and careless conversation—my eyes are rolling into the back of my head
Pretending to a sight of patience I, yet again indulge
Luckily before a lengthy conversation could go it’s way, someone walks in—finally, an escape
I quickly walk away as if I have pressing tasks that need attending i dont —we are all really pretending here
Regardless, it’s 9:10 and I’m finally made it to my desk.