7amThey said that I’d forget you, and I knew it wasn’t true. But sometimes I wake up now, and my heart’s no longer blue. I press the Keurig button, dancing across the room—Sometimes it’s nearly seven, before I’ve thought of you. And though we sleep together, all night side by side, one day I’ll have my coffee without you in my mind.

— Coco J. Ginger

And I don’t even like you, but the pain of life without you is biting.

— Coco J. Ginger

A POCKET-SIZED Girlie keeps me in his pocket for a rainy day; he swears I'm not an object as he yo-yoes me away. A friend is what we'll call it, but my friend, he does not know, each time it rains I love him— so to his pocket, I must go. He thinks he's being clever, but I am not a fool;his love ain't worth a penny, so to my heart I must be cruel.

— Coco J. Ginger

A WISH Sometimes I wish that he will live and I will see him. But mostly I wish that he will die, and take my memories with him.

— Coco J. Ginger

Bittersweet? No, just bitter, the taste of your tongue. Words you can’t have back, so they linger.

— Coco J. Ginger

But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this fiery game of desire.

— Coco J. Ginger

Color me....BRILLIANT.

— Coco J. Ginger

Defend myself? I cannot defend the verbal repressions of a boy. A curmudgeonly, cantankerous, ill-tempered, counterfeit boy.

— Coco J. Ginger

Elegant writers depict intricacy with simplicity.

— Coco J. Ginger

....finally I see that it’s never been me, just a blanket that keeps you warm. Easily tossed along when something flashier or someone prettier comes along. Your heart I held so carefully, I see, this was all just a game...

— Coco J. Ginger