11 days, all wasted. Time with you always seems grand ‘til I swallow your steaming darkness.
spitting out the boiling mess quicker than I took it in, I always seem to forget the hardships that face your cardboard coffee cup.
Talented as you are I know you’d see if you looked, but then your english teacher catches you peeking then back with the dog you go. You both seem to have it all together; the lean figure and dapper looks, ‘til the sides cave in from all of the steam coming from your ears- you and that cardboard coffee cup.
But it’s hard to realize that even that robust cup, firm with the grip of your hand will someday be pitched. and with it all the thoughts in my mind and dreams that will never be. I do understand, and i’m sorry, you cardboard coffee cup.