The Austin Dating Chronicles

Nerves shot

Eyes lock

I sit and stop,

As I make my way to the coffee shop.

Listening to the people talk, connections form as liquid foams

Sweet and warm on my tongue.

Everyone is engaged in deep conversation as I sit still in my depression, static playing in my mind as I try to find the time to make sense of my life.

The phone rings

The messages ping

It’s just another day at the office. I am lost in the mundane pain of the routine of post colligate life. I try to be everything everyone wants me to be, but instead I sit still, unmoving, the un-roasted coffee beans at the bottom of the bag spilling out.

The gray cloudy sky

The tear drops and unanswered texts

Here I am left high and dry.

Always left wondering why.

I am always able to captivate, but I can never seem to make them stay. They always expect the touch of the lips to taste sweet, but I am bitter and worn.

My soul is tattered and torn.

I am a hot cup of coffee.

I am yellow, I am blue

I can’t stop thinking about all these thoughts I have of you.

My nerves are shot

The day is hot

I drag my feet one by one, to the beat of the drum as I make my way through the glass doors.

Here I am. I begin again. Time to wake up and pretend.