Coffee

Coffee steams in my hands as
The trees by my window dash by.
I try not to think of you but
My playlist spins tunes that remind me of you.

You are a familiar kind of pain;
Depression I have come to live comfortably with.
My very own personal prison.
Peace.

Coffee streams in my hand.
A poison to my body;
With this I can’t sleep.
My poison that keeps me awake at night as it
Reminds me of you.

But still I drink,
Sip by sip though it burns on my tongue I pray that
The more I take in of you-
In small doses.

I will one day grow immune
To this sickness you’ve brought upon me.

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