cold coffee

I've never missed an opportunity to hate on cold coffee
and tonight I'm comparing it to you
because for some reason i can't finish a warm cup anymore
i end up drinking it up at 4am
when the warmth is long gone and replaced with something unholy
you're cold coffee love
i drink you up and i'm not satisfied
before the sun comes up you leave traces on my tongue i have yet to muster the will to spit out and try my best to forget
i say i hate you but i can't get enough of you at 3am when i can't sleep
because you used to be warm
and i remember it clearly
how you used to be so warm
and i can't sleep
because when i close my eyes
i can't feel
and i must
because I'm nothing without these feelings
I'm nothing without these poems
I feel like I'm nothing without you
and i don't want to disappear
while i still know what dying means
i don't want you to leave this poor attempt at thinking that somehow you're still here
like you never left in the first place
because i never wanted you to leave
and i dwell on what's lost like it's the only thing i know how to do
while at the same time i pray that someday
I'll pour you out and drink it warm again