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