is this a love poem?

madeleine-brand Poems

you told me you don’t drink coffee because it’s a reminder that you are cold in comparison i laughed and placed my hand on your cheek i said that you don’t feel cold to me i’m not sure if i believed you were joking or just hoped you were because when you smiled in response i felt those same insidious currents of warmth that synapse through every one of my raw nerve endings when you mouthed that one line in your favorite song when you traced concentric circles on my bare skin with your fingertips when you compared my eyes to the color of chocolate chips when we sat on that frozen iron bench at the park and you held my hand were you a fiction that i crafted to ignore some truth i could not handle i blame myself for letting my self-indulgence evolve into an aching addiction my nerve endings have fizzled and popped like burnt out light bulbs no electric voltages runs through my filaments because i am numb and cold again. your frostbite was inevitable and for a while, i must have been so cold i felt white hot. oh, and **** you, i don’t drink coffee anymore.