He tries his best.
You stir his reasons
in your cappuccino and sip
the warmth fills you but
you’re not content
because he’s missing
from here, you are frames
in the front window, alone
holding onto a drained cuppa
but is it his fault
that his best isn’t good
enough for you?
Will it do?
– Written by Anntidote –



I am the tomb
that enshrines his secrets
I’ll laugh when they come
with their spades and trowels
bent on unearthing his bones
they’ll never dig deep enough
and will leave with nothing
but my soil-covered stones.
– Written by Anntidote –

Unforever us

I don’t fear love
but the loneliness
that may follow
if this love doesn’t last
forever, as promised
if I don’t do the deeds
deemed “right”.
I’m learning to love you
but you expected me
to know how to.
– Written by Anntidote –


Meditating behind musky pages
submerged in the murky depths
of Marketing 101, flick
my finger upon tongue
to fli yet another
when a tap roused me to turn
and face a caramel macchiato smile
behind the tiramisu cheesecake.
– Written by Anntidote –