Coffee Shoppe

Red turns to green and we cross paths between the yellow lines

Eyes meet for a split second and I’m swept away to another scene

Enter a coffee shoppe

He’s sitting at a table, philosophy book in hand

With his artsy-fartsy glasses and maintained mess of dark curls.

The kind of guy you can’t help but notice.

He’s not the typical guy I go for, but I’ll have what he’s having

I place my order and sit at an adjacent table facing him

Hoping I might be more appealing than philosophy

Yet his eyes stay glued to the pages

Studying them, like I him.

Left to right, top to bottom

Engrossed.

Interested in what’s inside.

He finally notices I’m noticing

I blush and smile; he smirks, nods, and continues reading

He’s got an insane amount of confidence

And has heart-breaker written all over his pages

He must have spent an hour on his hair alone

And his jeans- perfectly new looking

Have a hole strategically placed on his knee

He probably hasn’t done anything in ages to have caused the rip

Which means he either bought them that way, or cut them himself

It’s a tad bit disgusting; but I can’t resist the attraction

I just want to run my hands thru his hair, and lick his lips like an ice-cream cone

mmmm…

Eh-hem…um, anyways, that was the man I passed just now

He belongs in a quiet coffee shoppe, not on a street causing a helpless woman to day-dream about him being in one.

That’s all.

Silly Boy

You've left your mark

Now, like everyone else I'm attracted to, you leave

making me wonder why I fall for the same idiots every time.

You're just a silly boy, exactly like the others.

Just a boy; I should have known you'd let me down.

Senses Failed

I cry, but tears no longer come

I scream, but my voice is silenced by the memory

I fall apart and my only serenity is sleep…

That is, when the senses calm enough to let me.

I’m hoping to awaken from this nightmare

Yet I am more awake than I’ve ever been, just praying for sleep

And begging for forgiveness and relief

From the memory that I wish was a nightmare

Some day when it is not so fresh

I will sleep; I will regain the tears to cry

And the voice to scream-

But for now, they are gone

And have taken with them my hope, my happiness, my future.

Road Trip

My heart and mind are not connected;

Which leaves my soul under protected.

When my mind says no, my heart smells your scent

And I second guess my better judgment.

When I like, I love, I’ve come to conclusion

Falling for the perfect illusion

Of who I want you to have been

I justified your actions again and again

Til I was so far in the lie I’ve made-up

That I was shocked when I finally woke-up

To see the you I initially knew you were

The you that my mind knew would screw me over

Now I’m left with inerasable memories

Reproducing in my mind like a disease

That I will eternally resent

Cuz I second guessed my better judgment