you faintly smell like coffee and you keep me up all night, thinking of what we could've been, i can't focus because all i ever think about is you, the way you laugh the way you smile they way your eyes light up as you see her. i'll wait, and until then i'll be sipping on some strong coffee, trying to get you out of my system.
i wonder if the attributes of coffee keeping you up all night has the same reaction to first love or just love? the feeling that you can't sleep and you end up staring at the ceiling?