(no subject)

the coffee's worn off
three cups and you still couldn't think straight
and it's becoming clearer that
    once upon a time in a land far away you were real and here
three cups and it's just now sinking in
nothing I do is
    and you understood

breakfast tastes like ashes and the only thing real is caffeine
    you understood me like no one
I can't even summon the
    passion and fire and ice and reality
caffeinated carbonated reality in 3 cups to go

I'm waking up for the first time
music blasting from a
    empty lyrics and things I'd never known
the cold is imagined and the coffee grounds warm us up from



god.  i can't even write poetry straight right now.  i thought that maybe............... i'm just imagining things again.  the coffee's worn off and after 3 cups, i'm still frozen inside and out.  i just....


maybe i was never good with words, you know?