finals coffee
Why is his sadness so penetrating?
Dark blue melody acting like a surgeon.
His orange juice seems so much like a substitution for a conversation.
What would I say to him?
A pen full of night spilling stars can’t seem to find a tongue.
When his eyes catch me looking across this greasy spoon,
I find a way to deny that I am looking.
No Judge would ever believe me.
Paper dripping melodies in deep bass.
What would I say if I could bring myself?
“Why do your eyes shatter my heart?”