Poetry

Another cup

She’s like another cup of coffee at midnight:

something familiar–maybe all too familiar–

yet my heart

still can’t handle the rush

it brings,

keeping me awake and wishing

for another cup

even if it keeps me up

only long enough

to crash again

and wake up to another cup

again

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