i sprinkle poison
into my coffee
as i have grown
to crave the taste
the gentle reminder
of how fleeting
this life can be
organ failure
is a small price
to pay
to feel alive
again

all endings begin
when
the culprit
becomes
the victim
no matter
the clever reason
the lies spilled
from behind
ivory veneers
best intentions
turn into
tired rejections

so sit
have a cup of coffee
with me
tell the tales
spin a yarn
let me fall
into
your blank gaze
i won’t unravel
your lies
take them
at face value
just to assign value
to the face
i long
to stare at