Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2
Sitting at a cafè
You are hot chocolate-
Warming up my heart~
I take a sip.
...
The sweet taste I expected
Was now bitter?
You make my heart ache- burning my mouth, all of these emotions running through my mind- days- months-!

i feel awake.

Your words wake me up
Every heartbeat hurts
The sweetness I felt was now bitter
I told myself it was bittersweet
But you are coffee
And I like my coffee unsweetened.

I should have trusted my tongue
You are as caring as my coffee is sweet-

not.
Sometimes you expect sweetness, but all you taste is bitter.
Murakami
Written by
Murakami  17/F/Vancouver, Canada
(17/F/Vancouver, Canada)   
220
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems