by Rose Lafleur (Contributor)

Coffee is bitter, but sweet when it wants,
Strong when he should be, weak if not
Disappointing me, betraying me,
Hypocritically saying he’ll be there for me,
To wake me up,
To today that is
Reality in the shape of a cup.

Coffee is reckless,
Coffee is hot,
Coffee overflows after boiling in a pot.
Spill your anger, your judgements, your seemingly concealed hate,
Don’t spill it on me.
It hurts.
(I still love you sometimes.)

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