it is
as if i'd forgotten
that after the initial sweetness
you're bitter,
murky,
vindictive
i drink
right down
right down
to the bottom of the mug
where you nuzzle
in contempt-
concentrated,
leaden
and i'm charred all over again
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even when you speak of hurt
ReplyDeleteyour words tumble into my world
and curl up into cozy sleep.
i'm thinking of giving up coffee.
don't give up coffee, yet. sometimes, we need that kind of muse
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