By Manaswini Subnivis
I have a type-
Boys who drink coffee.
And talk about therapy-
Soft and sensitive but it brings out my mean.
That’s how my curves have been.
They’ve all traced them but I’ve never been theirs.
They’ve never been mine-
Boys who drink coffee;
Like it’s a religion and how it reminds them of me.
It has just never been me.
I pull out the ring and it hangs there-
They holding the cup and it’s dripping- coffee.
Boys that drink coffee.
I’m only occasionally into coffee,
Like they’re into me.
I tried to like coffee but I’m afternoon tea,
Clotted cream and jam smeared in little, sweet dollops,
So much for love- we don’t make good teams.
Boys who drink coffee,
They taste of bitterness I like but I’m not here-
For coffee.
By Manaswini Subnivis
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