Lbena T-Michael Why are you mad at me for getting mad at you for asking me to grab a coffee with you? You’ve known me for years. You should know I don’t drink coffee. Our first date was at a coffee shop. I ordered a chai. You asked me why. I said, “I don’t drink coffee.” I’ve never liked the taste. I think it’s quite gross. Maybe my taste buds are immature. But I think it’s immature that you’re mad at me for getting mad at you for asking me to grab a coffee with you. You’ve k

My Blood is Green Lbena T-Michael I think it’s sorta poetic to know you’ll never hear these words fall on the drums contained by your ears. And the love I had for you once has faded - months, and months, and months ago. I remember yelling; I was conflicted, ashamed, but my perspective shifted. Free from my anxieties, yet still tied to these thoughts. You see, I’m only human - I suppose. Letting your guard down makes you weak, weakened by the thought of you leaving. Now I’m st

To What Falls Between Lbena T-Michael To what falls between the cracks of the unknown grows a seed of hope, a breath of promise - or the...