You said my lips tasted like sugar. But you always used Splenda, though.
You said the caffeine in my eyes was all that took to keep you awake.
I know you lied, darling. You always ordered decaf since the day we met.
You said you liked me because I was like coffee, strong, bitter and hot.
I guessed I was a fool for believing you, darling.
You never drank a black coffee without leaving half the cup.
The second i step into a book store i seem to forget that I’m broke and that I have no money
If its any consolation I do this too.