I Knew The Boy You Used to BeI knew the boy you used to be,
raising your arms to reach the stove.
Cooking food because mother wasn't home.
So little and fragile and yet fighting for love.
So broken and so young and torn to liquid pieces, they run,
blood between your fingers, you strive for something but you just can't reach it.
Seeking fortune in deeds unspoken,
the man that molested you, poured his sickness to inflict you, times passing with tainted friendships, and now he's paying your way until he's ready to evict you.
I knew the boy you used to be, and to everyone else you are a mystery. You could walk down rows of cars,
they'd pass you by without a care.
But one day you'll be driving, and it will all come crashing clear.
You'll realize the headlights are shining into your heart, deer. Close those wide eyes, stress-distress-close-for-comfort you shut them tight.
Your tongue is too sour to take the sting, you'll scream to melt the calculated words that you've been hearing.
I knew the boy you used to be, and it
Coffee and Sugar"Do you want cream and sugar in your coffee?" His broad frame leaned against the counter. I found myself blankly staring at him, and wasn't sure what to say. It took me a second to realize he was referring to the drink I ordered, not his lips.
"Uh yeah sure. Cream please." I probably sounded like I had a large spider on the back of my neck. He rattled his fingers on the counter as if he were deciding on something. Curiously, I wished he had a name-tag pinned to shirt, but barista's don't wear name-tags. I could smell roasted beans and sugary pastries filling up my senses. Ordinarily I'd feel more relaxed here, maybe even sit down and enjoy my coffee for a while, but today I felt charged with energy and I was forcing myself to contain it. It was the last week of the last semester, and I was soon to graduate and move back to my home-state. Coming to this place gave me a sense of peace before I started my day. I knew most of the morning shift barista's, but I rarely ever got coffee in the
Mysteries Of You"Take me home now." I ordered. I clenched my jaw and ground my teeth, hoping to hold back the tears in my eyes. I looked over at him while fastening my seatbelt. The windows of the truck were rolled down, so the crisp fall breeze blew my face.
There was nothing romantic about tonight. He looked up at me and answered, "I can't take you anywhere then where we are right now." His voice was bitter. My sympathy drained out of me, along with the color in my face. "Then I don't have time for this, I'll just walk home." I reached for the truck door, but he leaned towards me and grabbed my arm. "Rel, please don't." He pleaded. I yanked my arm away in disgust, "Then what do you want from me?!" I exclaimed, extremely peeved.
The heavy energy around him was like a wet blanket wrapped around both of us. "You don't have to yell at me." Vince said, moving his body away from mine. He rested his hands on the steering wheel, tapping his fingers to a silent song. The sun was setting, and ordinaril