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Coffee

I do not want you to like me.
I know you never have,
Pay attention to my modesty,
Watch as I starve
carve
halve
up my heart,
and present it on a plate,
like another boy’s fate,
If I had been born a boy. Too late.
The cat’s out of the bag.
 
There is nothing like a lost cause
Nothing worse to be.
Nothing better to fight for
Except when fighting for me.
Skin as soft as smooth as snow,
Kisses captured in slow-mo,
Black and white, just like a pro,
What I want to have
and be.
 
And lions don’t lie down with lambs,
because reality cannot satisfy.
But lions sometimes lie with lions,
and intimacy will intensify.
Shirts unbuttoned
belts on the floor
backs arched upwards
against the door
nothings enough
but. just. once. more.
Nothing left to say or deny.
 
Ghosts of lovers yet to come
weave me a dance in the shadows.
Some will live, some die, and some
will wait to see what follows.
He’s the only thing I wanted
To be the guy he takes for granted
But I’m just a girl, transplanted,
who reached
but fell
and goes.
 
Well... do you like me now?

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