Monday Mornings

Monday morning hot coffee & cigarettes

My natural high colored beauty in black.

God blessed my light of day back to the open page.

Skylines traced with the eyes of ink on paper

Echoes in my chest

False indicators of permission to love, to breathe, to live

Monday mornings, skipping the early lessons when you find love that's true

You stop running into empty rooms,

That start new every time you meet the blue

Dressing the fall of a curse of words

Remembering when I was someone's temptation

Monday mornings woken to a dusty love

Tracing skylines to faulty lightning under dim stars

Monday mornings,

Dressed in dishonesty perfectly aligned corresponding to my understanding of hope

Would you believe in everything good?

What If I promise to stay?

Will you change the way?

Monday mornings hot coffee and cigarettes...

What am I supposed to say when loving collection of tales don't flow anymore,

I can show you a thousand different versions and have nothing left for you to defend

So tell me when Monday morning comes around will you still served me hot coffee and cigarettes?

Or will the new step in between the lines of the tales and the lies?

-J.F 🌹