You loved me when
   I was loved by everyone else

but when I was lonely,

*you only made me lonelier.

You are tea,
serene in your surroundings.

                                                  ­                                                         I am coffee,
                                                         ­                        attention always bounding.

Your colour a milkish pale,
creamy optimism.

                                                      ­                                           I am taken black,
                                                          ­                                           bitter cynicism.

Two sugars,
to match your disposition.

                                                   ­                                                      None for me,
                                                             ­             I'll maintain my grim affliction.


                                               We differ so much,
                                                     it's obscene.
                                                  
                                                   But in the end
                                               we're both caffeine.

I write poems about you
that you will never read.

Ignorance
is pure bliss
When on my lips
you plant a kiss

*(And I do not know where your mouth has been)

I am so afraid that one day your heart will grow legs and run away