Coffee lifts the fog from my brain
and makes my heart flutter itself to pieces.
I store them in my binder; zip it up
and draw on it with a silver sharpie.
“That’s how life is, honey”.
If my shoulders are shaking, if there are tears in my eyes,
it’s just from laughing. I don’t have a problem
I’m not broken.
If I leave my hair down, will you
run your fingers through it?
Would you kiss me if I wiped the lipstick off?
I swear my face is smiling under the makeup.
Because you are my caffeine
You keep my heart beating.
And if it beats itself to bits-
at least you were there.