Coffee and You
I like you just like how I like my coffee.
Its warmth would ease freezing soul. Reading would never be better without it brewed. My pieces would never be perfect without caramel latte.
Rain would be a mere rain without a cappuccino. Its aroma would keep my entirety awake—my muscles, my eyes and my mind wandering different dimensions.
Its taste would made me long for more. It would never make me forget how it felt against my throat, its warmth all over my chest and its taste against my tongue.
However, too much coffee would make my heart palpitate and my fingers shake.
I like you just like how I like my coffee but too much coffee is bad for me and this is where you realize how bad you too are for me.
I like you but you always bring the worst in me.
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YOU ARE READING
He Who Cried Words
PoetryYou made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva
