What kind of love,
I reach for you—
Do I?
hays...

I'm sipping coffee,
yes, to stay awake,
but sleep steals in—
can you guess?

I bite on chocolate
to spark some fire,
but still,
I drift again—
what kind of life is this?

It’s like saying,
“I don’t like you,”
but the truth
is wrapped in silence,
sealed beneath this guarded chest.

So tell me—
What is this?