coffee shop love storyI sat alone in the coffee shop,Thinking of my beloved,I imagined he was with me,Sitting in the seat across from mine,Asking for my name and giving me his,Breathing my air,Leaning over the table and reaching for me,Pulling me in for a sweet embrace.But I know that he is gone,His being a mirage in my mind.In reality, he's with her.He loves her, I know.I looked out the window, I saw all of the couples together.After all, it's Valentine's Day.I heard the jingle of the chimes above the door,Deep down I hoped it was him, trying to find me.It wasn't, it's someone new.He looks at me,His eyes the same color as my coffee, the same one I ordered every day.He grins, I frown.He walked towards my table, and asked why are you sad on Valentine's Day?I fear I'll never find love, sir. Isn't that a horrible thought? What's your name? Mine's Ethan.He sat in the seat across from mine.It seemed to be the same story all over again.He asked my name and gave me his.He si
maskedIt's time to wake up, time to smile.Time to put on the mask again.Time to get good grades.Time to make jokes.Time to act innocent.Time to make sure they never know it's all so fake.Time to put on the mask.Time to push all the bad thoughts to the back of your mind.When they ask how you feel,The answer is always fine.You can't let them worry about you.You need to be the strong one, the one that they rely on.But soon enough you realize that plastic can't last forever.Once you get too close to the fire that life brings, it melts.It always melts.