I wanted coffee…

A passionate history of empty promises.

In the chamber of moments never written.
I was waiting for you.
Your presence is perfume poured out-

No wonder I adored you so much.
I just wanted you to look at me like love.
And like a break from war, 

I accept you with open arms 

Just glad that you’re breathing again 

And glad that you’re whole.
Now I am everything depicting broken, because it is my heart that you stole.
Now here you are…
I am unable to feel my own hollow

Due to the illusion that that you make me whole.
Waking up next to you, with the smell of coffee brewing parallel to morning dust.
At this time, I am unable to differentiate between love and lust.
I’ve avoided so many potential heartbreaks

Yet I still want to face you heads on.

Upon preparation for this moment 

I specifically said I want coffee.

And not coffee in the morning.

But Coffee as a gesture, 

To show that you care…
Two full moons later,

I can’t help but feel like the fool….
All you had to do was show up.

I wasn’t looking for a grand gesture

Nothing bold

You just had to be there 
I just wanted coffee 
But truly, I wanted understanding 

How could someone bear so much 

With the intention of being wanted 

Turn around and not be wanted once I’ve dropped all my gaurds

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