i tried to be subtle sweet with my love,
warm
with an early hour breath that spoke in foreign languages

and you were coffee
with your bitterness
black
like the unseen bruises on my lower back from nights when i couldnt sleep

your lips were too hot from brewing too long the night before
and i tried to talk but the words came out like bathwater next to your burning tongue

i learned the lemon in my cup is no substitute for creamer
and i was naive to fall in love with your morning drink cigarette butts