Caffeine. Nearing addict status; once spurned pure black but now it’s my composition. Jitters
my thoughts; next round is scotch: Next, I’m alcoholic. Yet, withdrawal never latches. I’m safe.
Two Cinquains. Describes how I overindulge in coffee (I once couldn't stand the taste of black coffee and now I can't get enough of it) and I fear that alcohol will do the same to me (I don't like the taste of it but maybe I'll love it too much like I do coffee). Yet, even with coffee, I can drink heavy amounts of it for days and be completely fine (not experience withdrawal symptoms). So with my anxious thoughts, they seem like they will stick with me forever but in the end, I'll be fine.
Hanging out in my room, I'm alone and I'm naked Sitting, wondering why you and I didn't make it Every man in my life ends up being a fake kid I've got a dark demon and never will shake it
Clicking poems out now slurping down some black coffee Thinking I'll really do it, and nobody can't stop me If they wanted me here, why did all of them drop me? I'm salty and sweet, so you choked me with toffee
My abandonment itch is so easily triggered With no dad and no brothers, my heart grew disfigured Sweetest strawberry patch in all of the vineyard Every vintner passed by never even considered
I love myself, know myself, truly am learning This caustic behavior toward me is burning I see stars when he mars battlescars I am earning I am left bent and selfless, possessed by the yearning