I want to be near you sometimes. As much as I love you I wish that I could love you better, that he could love you better, That you could love you better. Its not about being bitter, though I am, and it is A taste of chicory coffee dark and thick as car oil, Soiled. And you can’t spit it out, the taste lingers around, And just like coffee, I’m addicted, taking a new sip every morning, Remembering his face, when he looked at you with a curled lip and recalling Your face pretending not to know. And I resented you both. I took an oath, Never to blindly bind myself brainless and loveless Now I’m unwound, Trying desperately to learn how to knit Because everything is in tatters. -Tori