you remind me of cold coffee;
tasted nice the day before
but left too long overnight
caught my eyes as i closed the door:
just sitting there
a dull, bland shade of brown
still awaiting my impulse for caffeine
and afterwards when you're finished:
bitter,
unpleasant,
somehow fitting,
but left a bad taste in my mouth
YOU ARE READING
messages
Poetrythis is for you. (a/n: once i'm done with this collection, i'm officially done posting! my life must continue into highschool and i'm afraid i won't have much time for wattpad... but rock on, still, all of you!) (high school update: 2 years left.)
