The sky is coffee

The sky is coffee — black, gone thick.
I read the grounds… it makes me sick.

The sky is coffee — bitter, but mine,
I hear your steps and I lose my time.
I say “no” — then I let you in,
I hate myself, but that’s my sin.
Again. Right now.
Again.

The cup goes dark, the sky turns black,
I read the grounds — you always come back.
You try “someone new”, you break, you fall,
You call me “home” — I catch it all.
I burned your name down to the ash,
But you walk in — and I relapse.

The sky is coffee — bitter, but mine,
I hear your steps and I lose my time.
I say “no” — then I let you in,
I hate myself, but that’s my sin.
Again. Right now.
Again.

I draw the line, then cross the line,
You say you’re sorry — I say “fine”.
I know the end, I know the cost,
I know the part where I get lost.
I smash the cup against the wall,
Swear “never more” — then take it all.

The sky is coffee — black, gone thick…
I read the grounds… and fall for it.

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