Over-Caffeinated

Being with her was like drinking the hottest cup of coffee.

I could’ve drowned in her eyes. She was piping hot.

Being with her tasted just the right amount of bittersweet.

I needed no cream, no sugar, she was perfect.

It took a hundred mornings for me to realize

She had burnt my tongue to the point that

I could no longer taste her the same way.

I poured her out then and never went back.

This girl shows me how to make a proper cup of coffee.

Her cup is sweet and creamy, light, frothy.

I wake up excited to see her in the mornings.

I don’t feel obligated to continue drinking, I just do.