tomorrow morning

why i love coffee

i love coffee

i crave my coffee

start every morning with a

medium iced dark roast with a hazelnut swirl made regular please

you're always so happy,

the old guy says at the window

but not in a creepy way

a genuine kind of way

and i almost feel bad for lying to him

by smiling wider

and saying nothing.

sometimes i think about telling the truth

sometimes i don't

i'm still trying to figure out which one i like better

i love coffee

i don't sleep much anymore

so it's become a necessity more or less

it's a coping mechanism,

i joke and maybe even laugh

but i need to keep going

my nightmares keep me up

or maybe i stay up to keep away from them

they always start the same

but the ending's always different

sometimes i survive

sometimes i don't 

i'm still trying to figure out which one i like better

i love coffee

i need the distraction

when i am alone and start to feel unsafe

i leave to get a coffee

medium iced dark roast with a hazelnut swirl made regular please

i go to where the ocean meets the rocks

and fifty feet above the water i can think

really think

about where i'm supposed to go from here.

sometimes i think about jumping

sometimes i don't 

i'm still trying to figure out which one i like better

Author's Note

idk just be brutal ok

Reviews

[wordman]

well you need to drink real coffee,is that brutal enough ? loved the poem and the theme it came from