Nothing like a cup of coffee to cure your ills
Tired?
Coffee will do the trick
Stressed?
Grab a brew and you'll loosen up, you old stiff.
None of that cheap ****
A slow roast blend from the third world
will do.

Milk?
No, pure.
Sugar?
NO! Pure.
Filter?
No, drip only.

I want every morsel of flavour.
Ever drop from those mud coloured grind granules.
Every little pitter patter
Of brown bitter splatter.
So strong to leave a man wired
Awake?
So Awake ; prepared.
Alive?
So Alive to my surroundings;  aware.

Oh, there come those jitters;
perfect,
To be nothing less than scared.
God ******, I said no filter!
I promise you
it'll tastes better
Hey buddy, I'm at the centre
Tired of your gimmicks
Frappa-this
Cappu-that
I'm not a fan of that mocha crap
For I am a purist, through and through.

Therefore, hand what I demand,
Said dark waters
With heat of Hades
Please, i must, before i falter
SAVE ME! i FEEL THE SIGNS!

Oh gosh, we're fresh out of coffee.

**** it, well, I guess a tea should be fine!

I still find myself sad
I didn't want to take down your pictures
I miss the drawings you made for me of the times we had.
I miss you still, but not every minute;
I'm trying to move on, but every time I start to appreciate this life
I can't help but wonder how much better it would be with you in it.
I loved you, and I still do;
I wish the best for you and I hope you can have adventures
that can replace the bad memories with me and give you a life like new.
Untainted by my existence,
innocence regained and dreams sweet; not bitter regrets,
better yet a whole new world where I never wrote you songs and you never listened.
I still find myself missing you,
but what's worse is what I put you through.
I couldn't change fast enough for a soul as wonderful,
and adventurous, and pure, and as fast as you.
I still have dreams we're running across town,
racing to the beach, drinks in hand, and smiles on our lips.
I still seem to think subconsciously the reality in which we live
is one where you still love me.
I still find myself missing the feeling of your lips,
and the lilac smell of your hair.
If only I could have been as spectacular as you.
If only you were still able to see the wonder in me, too.