At some point in the night, when I'm suffering from insomnia and the fear of dreaming about you, I'll dig around in the cupboards and freezer for a pack of coffee beans or pods of instant coffee. 539Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzemjA6W7Pp
I'll take my coffee black, scared of excess amounts of sugar poisoning my mind and blood. I'll laugh at what you've done to me- how I'm caging myself and freezing my emotions- and then sigh in sorrow and bitterness.
I'll scowl in impertinent distaste at the memories and convince myself that I've gotten carried away.
The coffee will, of course, be dull and tasteless.
Since I'm afraid of my love expiring, the coffee grounds will stay frozen like my now nonexistent heart.
When will they thaw?
The oh-so-important question I'll ponder.
The night will call, full of beasts and treacherous obstacles, but maybe, just maybe, I will rise with the sun and rejoice at the warmth of your love.
I'll dream and dream for that day to come, and eventually, I'll waste away in the freezer surrounded by bitterness and ice.
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