Reflections on the Last Day of April

I make two cups of coffee
stirring cream and sugar into mine
and nothing into yours
and I imagine this could be the first of many

you taste like wine
like tomato sauce
like weed like toothpaste
like me
but I haven't tasted your truth yet

I've seen more of you fully clothed
than any other girl has seen of you naked
and you can't stand it

you let me inside you
and I thought about letting you enter me too

I took off your armor and
you painted every inch of me gold
all that work for nothing

maybe I'm hopeless
maybe I've been
hoping to hold on to hoping for too long