Pink Cocoa

Lehakoe. The quartz which ignited fire in me, the fire which started off as my warmth but ended up to scald me.

You told me coffee truly was nice unsweetened and black but maybe it was better with some pink cream added to it. You called me your Pink Cocoa. I guess the reason you gave up on yourself and succumbed to your darkest deepest emotions was because you realised that coffee and pink cream was not a good combination after all.

You got tired of the bitter unsweetened flavour beneath the sweetness of the cream.