Coffee

These thoughts are bitter 

Bitter badly like coffee 

Could tears water me down? I consider

(Dilute these emotions in her?)

Its smell is so familiar

A sort of warmth like an old friend 

It gives a nightmarish nostalgia 

Good and bad I suppose it is 

Yet in my mind, it brews hot

This anger, frustration brews 

There’s no sugar. None at all

Coffee is ready as up I blew 

Biscuits and a breakdown 

How conventional? 

In a sea of caffeine, I drown 

Perhaps I'm too emotional? 

Lost in my world as it all pipes down 

I forget to drink too

Now the coffee is cold, and I frown 

Because I am cold too. 

Breezing cold and heartless 

Blue sadness. And then I empty it done

It’s still bitter in its coldness 

But easier to drink like expired poison 

I drink till the very last drop

As I drink, my thoughts already interrupt 

Let’s take it from the top

When shall we have another cup?