I sip my morning coffee religiously but lately my two shots doesn't feel as bitter as it used to be
Perhaps that's the thing about life; you get used to bitterness so much that you can no longer distinguish which one is which since everything tastes all the same
Or perhaps, the thought of you crossed my mind and all the pain suddenly comes rushing back as if I am being tormented for the sins I didn't commit
My wounds are burning; theyβre still half-open almost to the point it's unbearable for me to mend had I known the bruise would left me scars this deep I would have walked the opposite direction that day