as you sip your morning coffee
something slips upon your tongue
something vigorously bitter
something distinctively familiar
you remember it as the
toxic aftertaste that unfolds
subsequently with dinners
cheap red wine
the flavor is absence
a very unfortunate substitute
of sugar
more permanent --
and after your lips taste absence
for the fist time
the taste is not forgotten
// black coffee
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Poetrythis is a piece i created in the duration of complications in my lifetime. these words are brought among myself from the pure bliss days, to the heartbreaking nights that kept me awake questioning my reason at all. betrayal, abandonment, love, ecsta...
