You put too much sugar in your coffee
We tiptoe around each other.
You used to kiss me in front of your friends
Until it would make me blush
You used to hold me on the bad days until
I would break down and start crying
And you’d hold me tighter.
You used to see me in the most tender way possible.
But now, I see
The seasons are changing.
There is a target on both our backs.
I’ve brought a knife to a gun fight.
I don’t really want to fight.
I haven’t been good to the people I love
So I punish my heart by letting it break
Before sewing together jagged, damaged pieces.
It’s easier to throw myself into these painful situations
Than face the truth that I could let you down.
I watch you sip your drink from across the room
And wonder how we became strangers
When I know exactly how you take your coffee.