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I want to spend my rainy nights with you
Sitting in my room with nothing to do
Fingers intertwined, exchanging smiles
Laughing at the silence of the night
We both know we don’t need to talk to feel this feeling
Slowly falling in love with every detail of your body
Hold me close, don’t let me go
Because when you leave, I know.
That that was the moment I had to let you go
I don't want to let you go.
i remember
going out
and singing to the moon
and wishing that
when you saw it
you could hear me too
so I noticed that we both drink coffee.
just like anyone, we both like ours a certain way.
i like mine sweeter, with just the aftertaste of coffee there.
caramel, sugar, creamer.
i think about when i’ll have my next cup, and the idea of it alone makes me happy.
i don’t care what time of day i have it, i almost always have a cup.
i make time for my coffee.
it might be safe to say i think you like your coffee black.
you might add just the smallest touch to soften its bitter taste, but never too much.
sometimes i think you just pour it and carry on, as though it’s nothing important at all.
as though all it is, is just some quick fix.
like you just want to get it over with.
we drink it in two different ways.
i drink it slowly.
i note every flavor in every sip, i enjoy it.
i note the warmth it brings me.
i like it all hours of the day.
you drink it quickly.
quicker than me, at least.
you don’t care if it burns your tongue, or perhaps you’re used to the pain.
you accept it.
you never let it last, you move on to something else soon after.
i lay in your bed, watching your eyes as they skim the screen in front of you.
your mind is somewhere else.
i savor the moments you look my way, if even for a second, and smile at me.
i wonder if you even notice them.
i feel your laugh vibrate my bones, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
do i make you feel at all?
i reflect on it every time i drink my coffee.
i think about it with each and every sip, taking my time.
something tells me that you don’t do the same.
after all, it's just coffee.
but i put my all into this coffee.
i think you like your coffee black.

im actually drinking coffee rn. rip
Once i start writing poems about you
There's no going back
You hurt me and i wont forget it
and my greatest fear
is not in holding on
too long, but the moment
when my heart decides
it's time to let go
We know that sky,
we have slept there
below its spread
side to side,
head to head.

We know that terrain
we have sat there
meditating on white clouds
passing as shrouds
in that washed blue,
just silent me
and whispering you.

We know that sea;
We have bathed
in its warm embrace;
have felt the pull
and push of tides
about us as we swam
like children
in their mother's arms.
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