Boys Who Drink Coffee

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