We sit in a café Ceramic mugs of Seasonally appropriate beverages Wrapped in our grips
Surrounded by folks who also have Ceramic mugs of Seasonally appropriate beverages Wrapped in their grips
But we are not here To chat on about the weather Our significant others Or careers; no
We certainly are not You glance at me In a nearly Conversational manner
“So you had your heartbroken” You say, a combination of an Unsurprised sneer and a nostalgic frown Upon your face
“So I had my heartbroken” I repeat, my lips cracked and my mouth Blistering slowly from the heat Of my seasonally appropriate beverage
“Are you, like the good little kid you are, Doing the things That they tell good little kids To do in order to recover from such an ordeal?”
“I am, like the good little kid I am, Doing the things That they tell good little kids To do in order to recover from such an ordeal”
“I haven’t even given into that Deep, gut wrenching temptation To do something terribly Terribly destructive”
I state this in a mockingly proud way Before pinching my chapped lip between my teeth And gnawing on it until a swell of blood Dripped into my seasonally appropriate beverage
“But what I have found” I say, slowly, licking my coppery lips “Is that despite all these ‘Coping Mechanisms’”
Your expression is inquisitive Brow raised, eyes lit up Like storm clouds with lightning Stirring somewhere behind them
“I suppose you’re wondering why…” I state slowly, before sighing an a Somewhat irritated manner "I’ve thought this thought too many times before..."
“Because no matter what My mind refuses to even ponder The thought that I am meant For anyone but her”