What a morning
Im having a heartbreak
I pour my emotions in my coffee
sour just like my heart
Drink them up like a grown up
no tears heartless
pretending hard to be careless
trying to keep busy
I make a long to do note
things been waiting
on my procrastination list
it reads sleep til back pain
I don't dream
pitch black unconscious
dream mechanism is broken
barely inspired
certainly tired
overthinking the past few years
the years to come
her
can't live in the moment
too busy regurgitating
regrets, broken promises, distractions
goals they said
she passed by
I was running after bread
the only one who's never left me on read
I did
she moved on fast
don't want to regret
but I got to the last slurp
I lift my cup like a grown up
slurp
dark and sour like my heart
What a morning!