Coffee & Hb.

Dear Caffeine, 

I love you,
But your timing is worse than my very own. 

You seem to leave me abruptly, shaking & less steadied than before I ever met you, 
and even with your taste off my tongue you somehow manage to keep me awake at night.

I wish we could make a compromise...

Say for instance, you stick around & keep me company until the evening, and when we part, we both sleep sound, because we know that the morning promises us another day of adventure. 

I know. I know. 
I've always been an idealist,
& I've had trouble fully committing myself to you,

But if you could atleast give it some thought, 

I think we could really make a great pair. 

I'll let you sleep on it, okay?


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