i meet you for coffee
because we say we are adults,
that even if we used to love,
used to share a bed,
we could still have a talk
and share a laugh.
i could try,
but it wouldn't be the same
if i couldn't kiss you
or call you something else
besides your name.
now people like to act
like love is something
you can fall in and out of,
this amazing thing
that isn't so much what it's called
when you manipulate it
to mean something it's not.
you can appreciate me,
but don't say you loved me.
if you did
you wouldn't have walked away,
i wouldn't have had to wake up
to a break up text
when i thought things
were going ok.
