• Je t'aime,
    And the coffee is getting colder,
    As it sits on the windowsill,
    Created, Sipped, Ignored.
    Oh how we intertwined.

    Il m'aime,
    And the smoke from our cigarettes,
    Drifts across the room,
    Lit, Breathed, Let go.
    Then he kissed me.

    And those kisses tasted,
    Like summer and the rain,
    You said I could come over again,
    And those promises,
    Well we wrote them on Post-It Notes,
    Stuck them on your dirty walls,
    Leaving the marker pen on the bed,
    The ink spilled and later you said,
    "The stars, they can't shine as bright as you do."
    And I laughed, I never was the romantic type,
    But i'm starting to wonder if that's true,
    As I google how to say I love you,
    In a hundred languages.