I wish i was the coffee beans they ground
and brewed to pour in ur eyes
so that you could see right through me instead of just looking through me.

Why did they have to serve the coffee so hot?
hot enough to melt my whole heart until theres nothing left.

I never thought I'd adore coffee stains,
until i saw the overflowing coffee around your eyes.

I stopped drinking coffee a long time ago,
but here i am now, wide awake at night, caffeinated by the not so vivid image of your eyes on my mind as i pine for the colder seasons and another glimpse of your eyes.

-mt





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