Of Dreams And Madness

Caffeine Heart

The same black drink 

Reflected His same solemn face.

The hue so dark

He knew it doesn't only mirror

His physical form

But his soul more so. 

Darkened by the numerous

Heartaches that

It was a great wonder

To him

How she, a small woman

With a small shy smile,

Managed to creep into

The crack of his

Blackened heart

And bury her seed of hope

In him

As if she was meant to do so.

Lifting the cup half empty,

He tasted the bitter wisps of coffee.

And he sighed.

Tingles spread the moment

The hot drink swam

Down his throat

Carried by the veins—

He was almost sure

Half of his bodily liquids

Tastes like coffee itself.

Perhaps even have the same

Components as his

Favorite beverage.

Creases of stress

Were then released

As he took more sips

Of his third cup

This morning.

The doctor,

In the form of his mother,

Would probably have

His ears boxed

When she finds out

He had been drinking his heart out

—again.

Like he had done before.

Like he was used to do

Every time he gave

His heart away.

Visions of her addictive smile

Played in his mind like

His childhood all-time-favorite movie—

Long gone,

and yet

Nostalgic to the bone.

Only this time

He had enough of burning liquors,

The cheap taste of whiskey

Do nothing to comfort him