this coffee is warming up
my cold hands,
but the milky taste is quaking me
it's that
new year,
near start
bullshit
that's getting to me
the words fumble around in my head
"maybe you should be drinking it black again"
but what it really means
is that i'm feeling it again
those words of wisdom
that carry no weight
will trick me
every time
if i let them
i just hope i'm strong enough
YOU ARE READING
coffee stains
Poetrya kaleidoscopic look at a life full of ups and downs, laid out in a poetic form. // highest rank: #4 in poetry // // other works include; l i t t l e n o t e s, highest rank: #1 in poetry and JESSICA // *cover by @flawed_stars_
