coffee.
too bitter for my taste
tea's too sweet or too stale
my tongue is picky
not like my teeth
biting into whatever it sees
whether i like it or not
isn't up to me
coffee
growing up isn't easy
go outside.
it's what they all say
a minute of fresh air
might easen up your head
or it'll leave you foggy
dissociating into a daydream
leaving all your friends
is this who you want to be?
cry it all out, love
it's all going to change
you're allowed to feel
breaking down
you're merely trying to heal
it's okay, my darling
you'll see it one day
they're there
loving you
you're blind
my sweet boy
can't you see?
this is who you're meant to be
YOU ARE READING
Emotions.
PoesiaThis is where I'll be posting my poetry! (Cover photograph is taken by me) Most of my poems will have some triggering topics, so please read with caution. I hope you find comfort in my words, and maybe it'll help you feel a little less alone if you'...
