I can’t help myself at night to think of you,
and realize that my daily nocturnal cup of coffee is not what prevents me from falling asleep,
but the thought of you, deep in my subconscious mind, guilty of suppressing my craving for sleep,
and guilty of my mind to overthink and create thousands of portrayals of what it could’ve been,
or guilty to make me ponder upon my genuineness as a person, maybe you’re also guilty for these thoughts I have at night,
guilty for the choices I make regarding love and guilty for making me attached to you throughout your tricky smile.
You’re guilty for my necessity to stay up at night and write these thoughts in hopes that someday,
the thought of you vanishes from my impotent mind, making coffee, the only one to blame for my wakefulness.