Coffee

You are my coffee.

A harmless drug

of which I cannot get enough.

 

You are my coffee.

The first thing

I think of in the morning.

 

You are my coffee.

You keep me

up long after the sun falls.

 

You are my coffee.

But studies show

too much coffee causes irregular heartbeats.

 

You are my coffee.

You're still bitter

no matter the amount of sugar.

 

You are my coffee.

But you leave

me flat, bitter, stale, weak, lifeless.

 

You were my coffee,

But now I prefer tea.

This poem is about: 
Me

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