Light brown, dusted with specks
Of mischief and kindness.
I don’t dare blink.
Soaking in every second
Our gazes continue to meet.

i don’t like coffee.
too bitter.
too bold.
the kind of thing that leaves its taste behind,
long after it’s gone.

but you—
you didn’t ask me to like it.
you were always patient,
while i slowly sipped it.
and somehow, it started to taste sweet on my tongue,
like something i could get used to.

now i find myself craving the quiet it brings,
the way it lingers— always soft and steady
i still don’t like coffee.
but i’ve grown to love the way it tastes with you.

I’d text you just to feel something,
Even with no reply.
Searching for comfort through a toy,
Spending every day high.
Smoking makes the anxiety worse,
But so does not finding a light.
I wake up to clouds of you,
And go to sleep to them at night.

You’re worse than an enemy,
’Cause to you I don’t exist.
So neither do the nights you walked me home,
Or the way that we kissed.
What was the purpose of it all, even?
Just to be left dismissed?