Junkie.

Thinking of you,

pour me a heavy dose of things i never knew before.

Like a clenched steel, like a burning scent, like a pretty thin line of orangey, on the horizon.

The only thing i could really understand is..

i love you.

And in this life, oh so short,

having you would be a blessing.

And if i couldnt,

then having a piece of you in the back of my head is enough.

you are the metaphor of life itself,

you are the black coffee, you are a stellar.

Sipping you would keep me awake.

the sweet and tender bitterness,

would it be too much of a lie, if i tell you...

Loved you. Love you. I'll love you. Always.

And if you're a coffee, then im a proud junkie.