Crying in a Coffee Shop
I interrupt the irregularly scheduled pop-culture content with a personal poem
I’m crying in a coffee shop,
This tends to happen a lot.
I place myself in public spaces
Hoping all the various faces
Remind me I’m all up in my head,
that it’s better to be alive than dead.
There have been few years
not highlighted by tears.
A realization, a text, a conversation, a memory, or art
will leave my face sticky and my heart torn apart.
Taylor Swift just said,
I cry a lot but I am so productive, it's an art
You know you're good when you can even do it
With a broken heart
But I’m lazy
And afraid they’ll call me crazy.
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