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?

Love, 

Hb