I’m tired of reading poems
About cigarette lips and
Coffee kisses and
A lover’s body being read like braille
And yes, I know it’s ironic
Because this is a poem
About cigarette lips and
Coffee kisses and
A lover’s body being read like braille
But as a writer, it’s different
Because the heartbreak I feel isn’t just phlegm in my chest
It’s no longer caffeine that keeps me up at night
And I’ve died blindly loving someone
LITTLE TALKS 