I Got Your Backstory Right Here

You are bitter
like coffee at the end of the day
that's been sitting in the
carafe

or whatever they're called

Why are you bitter,
again?
oh that's right -
you're bitter
about coffeeshops

How appropriate

I go to coffee once

ONCE

without you

and I pay for it
until I die
That seems a tad bit
unfair

My love for you is sweet
like cane syrup
precariously balanced
above the napkins

It spoils easily
like half and half
left on the counter
on a hot day

We all know where
this is going

I love you
a whole latte