drinking coffee while dreaming of tea
you taste like cold coffee
like coffee i couldn’t finish the morning
but coffee that was too good to throw away
you taste so bitter, so strong
no amount of sugar could tame you
yet, i find myself pouring in the sweetest of the sweets
but you are cold, so sweetness doesn’t melt
i drink you in the mornings, afternoons, evenings and you follow me into late nights
you keep me awake and you keep me wishing i was asleep
and i got so used to your flavour that black tea now seems sweet
one day, i’ll make myself a cup of tea.
a cup of hot green tea.
but until then i’ll go make another coffee for myself.