Member Poem

You were like trying coffee for the first time.
Your sweet aroma hid your bitter truth
and I was left to conceal your faults with cream and sugar

You know, I'm still moony-eyed for you. Foolish, tongue-tied, …pathetic.
But your glow, once fearsomely bright,
has turned into a tiny pale flame,
flickering, till it's nothing but smoke

I despise your faux forgetfulness; a manifestation of your careless cruelty.
But, you're no villain.
If you were the first person I loved,
you must have captured my heart somehow.

I can recall your gentle nature,
The way you held me when we were alone.
Would it really be so bad if someone knew your unfiltered tenderness?
Would your good name really have been in jeopardy if you had tried to love me?