02/13/17// sweet coffee.

this time around,

I don’t feel the need to

fight/flight/freeze/fuck

or to perforate my

scar-stained flesh.

it helps not to be fourteen

fifteen

sixteen

seventeen but

twenty-six.

it helps that I have loved you

and know now

that love is

patient/kind/hopeful

not

envious/angry/selfish

loving you-

is delightful because it is true

loving you-

is the taste of sugar

after black coffee.

it helps that I have loved you.

and though my body is here,

I am sitting on the bed with you

laughing too loudly

over curse words and cold tea

and how our love

is delightful because it is true.

Nothing Exists.