coffee stains

don't leave

i know, one day,
you'd get tired of me
that you'll prefer tea
over your morning coffee
relishing its sweetness
and mouthful serenity
unlike the bittersweet strong
caffeine on thee.

maybe you'd wake up
and lose all your patience
with all the thorns
surrounding the rose
you once thought i was exactly
choosing the milder one
which is a peaceful daisy.

i know you're tired of the nagging
the constant stubborness
and all these chaotic mess
so basically you'd find
another
who has a great prowess
i couldn't master.

i couldn't blame you
because i know im hard to love
with all the complexities
and layers bubbling around,
i know you're tired
of being tied
on the ground

i already warned you
of me being sensitive
and flawed and messy and all
but you still continued
causing ourselves trouble

if so,
all of these
are my assumptions
in regards to you.
i know you'd get tired of me too.
like they all do.
(still...
pathetically, i hope you'll prove me wrong
i hope you won't)