I am struggling
I have a lust for love
I feel lost without it

Romantic fuel
I'm dead without it

Breathe life back into my soul
I lack a fever
I lack lust
Or love

Hot Dark Mocha with Hazelnut
I wanted to say something but I forgot
I’ve done all my papers but wasn’t satisfied
Don’t look for me now; from myself I want to hide

Reviewed some of my notes
Sudden thought of sinking boats
Check the time, it is half after nine
Why does this coffee taste like a wine?

Recounting my pens, they’re seventeen
I drew a line, but it was so thin
An old friend came in, I said hi
After some while I also said goodbye

Been sitting for an hour, it’s already cold
What do you think will I be when I’m old?
Took the last sip
Caffeine makes me want to sleep

Seven feet away is a bin, it’s empty
Wow, an analogy of me
Empty and trash
Save me now; rush, hush… crash

I’ve wrote about you for years and years
And you still have yet to notice
My words are plastered all over the Internet
My heart is poured out for the world to see
I wish my heartbreak wasn’t on the Internet
Because it’s been seven years, it’s time to let it go

She knew it.
Knows it,
Now it -
is?

Shredded, broken, twisted?
All at once.
She's sure of it,
She knew it,
She knows it.

An ideal, a futile wish,
Now?
A nightmare,

-

Heartbreak.

She doesn't want to
but,
She knows it.