not because im trying to romanticize brown eyes but because she always kept me up late at night,
never letting me go to sleep.
on a cold day she could make all my insides warm up,
like nothing or no one else could.
tiny mistakes could make her too bitter or too sweet,
it all depended on how you treated her,
stirring her was my favorite part.
stirring together everything that was necessary to make her her,
to make her enjoyable
i could never leave her behind,
id always drink every single drop,
not wanting to waste such a beautiful thing.
she was my coffee,
she ruined coffee for me because every time i drink it now it hauls me back
back into this pit ive worked so hard on climbing out of.
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