i always make
two cups of coffee
because in my mind
you still love me
and you still care
youre still here
but
you love another
ive not crossed your mind.
i stay up
and drink my coffee
yours sits on the table untouched
i tell myself
youll come
when you wake up.
please love me
k.h.
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