CupCafe poems

(February 14: Spent a few hours sipping lime juice and nibbling on a sandwich. Wrote a few poems.)

Coincidence

Do you think

That the days

My heart is happy

Are those

Spent away from you

Without your

Continuous yip yapping

And requests

-no, demands-

To pay attention to a

Conversation

I have no

Interest in?

And if loving was a crime

I'll plead guilty

And happily

Accept my prison sentence

And if loving you was a crime

Punishable by death

I would gladly

Put a noose around my neck

And if being loved by you was a crime

I wouldn't mind

Being guilty by association

Or convicted of conspiracy

There is female laughter
too-strong men's perfume
introductions
acquaintance made
and beneath all the
secret smiles
stolen glances
accidental contact
There are hearts being
broken
others being mended
Walls being built higher
others being pulled to the ground

Yes, I am angry

I'm tired

And I'm scared

Reminder!

There will come a day

When you can no longer

Scribble between the lines

Fill pages with words

There will come a day

When you can no longer

Write these things

You call poems

There will come a day

When stories don't flow out of you

Bleed black ink on paper

Empty your heart and mind

Of thoughts you despise

There will come a day

When words fail you

And when that day arrives

You will know fear and hurt

Like you've never known before

Press delete until

You've erased all

Memories until that

Very first hello

Once you get there

Press delete one last

Time

Their volume increases

As the conversation

Becomes about what they can

Show off about

And I now realize how we sound

When we are together

Oblivious to listening-ears