The mug was warm, but the coffee was cold,
we traded safe stories already old.
Weather and traffic, the headlines, the queue\u2014
a thousand words spoken, but nothing felt true.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Two nights before, on your rain-slicked porch, The night went still\u2014like it held its breath, We spoke till the tea was colder than stone, So I\u2019ll spend my breath where the true hearts meet\u2014 The mug was warm, but the coffee was cold,we traded safe stories already old.Weather and traffic, the headlines, the queue\u2014a thousand words spoken, but nothing felt true. Two nights before, on your rain-slicked porch,tea steam rising like a slow-lit torch,you leaned back easy, rain damp in your hair,and said, \u201cI don\u2019t like who I am […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","pgc_sgb_lightbox_settings":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[31],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-4043","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-poem","7":"entry"},"featured_image_src":null,"featured_image_src_square":null,"author_info":{"display_name":"vasudha","author_link":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/author\/vasudha\/"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4043"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4043"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4043\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4054,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4043\/revisions\/4054"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4043"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4043"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ideaweb.me\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4043"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
tea steam rising like a slow-lit torch,
you leaned back easy, rain damp in your hair,
and said, \u201cI don\u2019t like who I am at work, I swear.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
your words cut clean, like a truth or a death.
No filters, no frosting, no lines to rehearse\u2014
just honesty raw, both blessing and curse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
till the rain moved on and the moon took the throne.
Small talk\u2019s cotton candy\u2014sweet, gone fast.
Deep talk\u2019s the meal built heavy to last.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
on words that bruise deep, not words on repeat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"