A passionate history of empty promises,
In the chamber of moments never written,
I was waiting for you…
poured out like perfume –
No wonder I adored you so much.
Just wanting you to look at me once more…
Just look at me like love.
And like a break from war,
I accept you with open arms wide open,
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…
And I am unable to feel my own hollow; due to the illusion that you make me whole.
Waking up next to you, with the smell of coffee brewing parallel to morning dust.
Coffee synonymous to lust
At this moment, I am unable to differentiate between love and lust.
I’ve avoided so many potential heartbreaks
Yet I still want to face your heads on.
Upon preparation for this moment
I specifically said I wanted coffee.
And not coffee in the morning.
But Coffee as a gesture.
A simple gesture to show that you care.