Coffee Stained Tears
Stared into my black coffee and thought back to when he loved me an how he matched the hue of his heart. He was smooth just like hs messy sorta curly hair wrapped in a bandana. I take my coffee black because, the taste of creamer doesn't do it for my sweet tooth anymore, but at times my coffee resembles those caramel hazel eyes and the taste of his skin.
Just wanted this coffee to be him, but I don't add creamer to my coffee, but I added too much damn emotions and I couldn't find him in my coffee anymore. Now, these tears are puddles on the ground cause his image has faded out of my coffee just like the way he disappeared from my life when he found someone new.
Maybe he's the reason I take my coffee black and love it so much because, when I'm looking into caramel coffee it's like looking into his eyes. The pieces of him I've got are dying like the love affair he had with a troubled girl like me.
Copyright © Stevie Yost | Year Posted 2015
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