After we had
spontaneously kissed
on a cool autumn
evening
I brought it up
shortly thereafter by saying
"so..."
because I couldn't think
of anything else to say
and she said
"We are more mature than that."
except I wasn't
and neither was she
but at least the ensuing
fallout
was pretty to
look at

Poetry started out
as a hobby
for me but
as time has gone on
it's turned into something
bigger
if only because it's
cheaper than therapy

My cat,
Meatball,
tried to ****
my Venus Flytrap
and he claims that
he was just trying to
protect me
but I think it's because
he's a little ****.

Still,
I find it
tremendously
difficult
to stay in a bad mood when
both of my cats decide
to lay on my chest and
purr away
all of my frustrations
and anxieties about the world

I have been so busy
with other things
that I've just been
scrawling poetry
across whatever surface
will hold my words
my favorite medium
being McDonald's napkins
so now I have a ton of poetry
I can't seem to find because
I tuck it away between my notes
when I actually have to pay attention
in class

I'm sitting in a
different coffee shop
than the one I usually
would go to
because
I swore off the first place
after the owner was
rude to me and
I'm sipping on
some mint tea concoction
and the picture next to me is
highly reflective
and man
do I have long eye lashes

soon enough one of the
baristas
notices me winking at myself
in the picture
and there's no way I can explain
myself out of this one
so I'll probably have to swear this
coffee place off
too

Is it really any
surprise
that I write my
best poetry
when I'm
writing about
you?

I can taste the cheap beer
and hear the people screaming
to be heard over the bass-driven
music being blasted by a DJ
even though I'm too afraid to go
out in case I run into one
of the many ghosts of my pasts