2020-09-11T12:45:43-07:00September 8th, 2020|Musings on life|

Breaking up with coffee

It’s not you,
it’s me.

I woke up wanting you
and I never meant
it to be that way.

Shackled to the possibility of you,
sometimes twice
a day.

And if I didn’t have you,
it’s as though
the absence of you
became its own thing,
a Quite Horrible Thing,
randomly reading out
my meanest thoughts.

What we had was amazing,
and I will miss the way you bit
into my brain,
and the gush
of ideas.

It’s not you,
it’s me.

I’m simply meant to be
more quiet

like tea.

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