A Poem
By Emma Michelle Porter
I try to sip takeaway coffee tentatively,
I’ve burnt my tongue too many times.
A takeaway coffee gets me through long lectures,
the traffic home.
I try to sip tentatively, slowly, but eventually let it envelope me
the foamy light top and the bitter fuel
just one sugar these days
Like a grown up.
I try to fall for people tentatively,
I’ve hurt myself too many times.
Developing a crush gets me through the boredom,
the loneliness.
I try to fall tentatively, slowly, but eventually let it envelope me
the fluffy light start and the fuel for bitterness
half the amount of hope these days
Like a grown up.
