you’re my cup of coffee at 6:45 AM
smell dancing like incense in the middle of pooja
warm as the sun peaking out shyly behind the horizon
richly sweet caramelized sugar pearly cream
and bitter like the small things i dont know about you yet.

but when you touch my lips
the bitterness i can swallow with the sweet
and the sweet i savor with every taste bud on my tongue.

before i head out the door at 7 AM
i kiss your forehead and wash out the emptied mug
but the taste of cappucino lingers at the corners of my mouth
as i wave good day to you.

and when i return at 5:30 PM
limbs pathetically sown on with prayers
empty rivers landfills of worry time ticking like a heartbeat
the aroma wafts around me again like a scarf.

in your embrace
i fall asleep with dreams of whipped clouds and
love at the cafe.

Drowning in the memories of you and I,
Oh how I wish I would’ve seen this coming.
Our downfall was bound to happen; it was inevitable.
I should have known you would be the one to steal my heart away, smash it into pieces and leave me bleeding on the bathroom floor.
I etched your name into my skin and screamed into the night,
as the blood dripping from my wrist washed all the pain away.
I drowned myself in ***** just to forget your name,
but it wasn’t enough to cure my ever aching heart.