#nosense

I’m a sexy cat

The coffee in my cup gets cold

My stomach turns in knots

Feelings of anger and disappointment

Tower over the others

Black coffee stains the sides

Sitting untouched and unwanted

Maybe we are all the coffee

Coffee forced with feelings

And the cup is the human shell.

Coffee is me.

Full of life to start.  

Cold. Bitter. Dirty. Sad. Bold.

Coffee doesn’t think it can be hot again.

The taste will be different but the substance the same.

The cup is empty at the end of the day.

All the liquid gone and

no more pain for the cup to be stained with emotion.

It’s what we put in the cup that makes life worth it.

Every coffee brew is different

and every feelings is not alike.

Make each cup last.