just like you

the chair you sat in hasn’t been tucked back in

you’ve always had that bad habit

of leaving things unfinished

your coffee, too, it

weeps as it sits across from me

growing cold in the space where you’re supposed to be

you’re always doing this

coming back when i was just fine

without you

just when i’ve pulled you out of my head

and i can sleep without your face

glued to the inside of my skull

holding my hand to bring me back

into that merciless cycle of yours

it’s my fault too, though

cause i always let you do this

i’ve never been good at

staying away from you

and maybe that’s why we’re always dancing

in circles like this

we're both so convinced that

this is what love is

but our 'love' is a lot like your bad habit

it’s unfinished

it’s that

cold cup of coffee that you left behind and

it’s my empty cup

the one that isn’t full or warm anymore

you’ve left me sitting here

to do god knows what

but just now

you’ve left my heart, too.

i hope you find a new person to drink coffee with.

and i hope they take it black, just like you do

cause you need someone who

loves that bitterness

then maybe they could love you, too.