do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.

He looked at me like this could be it.
I saw in his eyes something I'd never seen before.

"What did you see?"

"I think it was love."

I realized today that I only clench my jaw when my mother is driving or when I think of you

What I mean to say is we're a car crash waiting to happen

I'm sitting in the 24 hour diner that’s down the street from your apartment staring at my untouchded coffee and I can’t help but to think that even now, at 3:14 in the morning, you could still come running in here, cheeks flushed from the cold and snowflakes still in your tousled hair. Even at 3:14 in the morning the door could chime and you would come in here and look and find me at our favorite booth. And you would sit down and it would just be like how it used to be.

But it’s 3:14 in the morning, and I’m here staring at my untouched coffee while your car isn’t in your driveway, and the door never chimes.

you know what’s horrible
my generation is obsessed with the fact that drinking something that will eventually destroy us
(and yes, we’re quite aware of this)
can make you forget about life for a little while
what kind of life are we living
if it’s a kind we want to forget