Hiding behind a black cup of coffee,
Bitter,
Smooth,
Scratchy morning throat.
It burns just enough so I don't spill out all of my secrets from the days before all out in the open.
In the morning I don't care,
I'm too restless,
Anxious for the day ahead.
I would spill all of those secrets,
All of those nothingness thoughts you probably won't care to hear.
I thought you didn't hear.
Before I know it's all held as leverage over my head.
So here I stay behind my now cold cup of black coffee.
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