Love, well love is like a good cup of coffee

We all want to drink it without getting burnt

I've given up on you
and the sick things you do
that destroy the very parts
of me that still felt alive inside.
Why could I have not been stronger?

College is a cancer clinic.
At this university, you either live long enough to die,
or die until you want to live.
Kids drag backpacks like bags of morphine,
and are attached to their planners like they are their heart monitors.
You do your own chemotherapy,
as you poison yourself with debt,
and Friday night nickel shots.

I cried,
I wept;
My heart
You kept.

Yet still
You left
Without
Regret.

The only country
where the people do complain
more than it does rain.

I'm ashamed; posting
these awkward poems; expecting
you'd read this and smile.