You're a bitter cup of coffee in the morning, a late night text, you are a moment that I realize I'm not as alone as I feel. You are rain on my skin and fire in my backyard. You are all the things I love in life. But today I burned my tongue on that bitter coffee. The late text I got was you, crying over some girl I don't care about. But you are still the moments I realize I'm not alone but maybe that's not such a good thing. The rain on my skin gave me a cold and I burned half of my back yard. You are all my problems in life. 
You can be the sugar in my tea but I'll have to bolus for you. 
You can be my glucose gun but I can't use you for at least thirty days after.
You kind of fuck me up. 
And you kind a make my life harder. 
No, you do fuck me up and you do make my life harder. But I'm kind of okay with it. The way you are so confused about me, us, you.