my fears have turned you into coffee,
like the first sip, the first drink, the first cup I emptied,
or my sweet fave, the one i drank just this morning;
a delight i swore of no dependence, no addiction,
in a fright of a possible future of wakeful nights of overthinking.
you are caffeine, you are sugar, you are my favorite drug,
and i know in time, you'll leave and fade into minute traces
but for now, won't you dwell a little longer in my veins?