coffee sips

are easier to swallow

then the truth..

a boy who used

your emotions

for target practice

is no fool

to be fooled by the thought of love..

a hazy scent

of coffee beans

romanticizes

the reality of being alone

with your thoughts...

silence becomes louder

every moment you wreck yourself with

the memories

of your past coffee dates

with the boy who held 

you like a coffee mug and

sipped your thoughts

like you were coffee glazed with star dust....

he often reminded you that you were

like a moment of falling stars

seen by virgin big black eyes

in the darkest of nights

when you were comfortable

being surrounded by all his blackness...

time was relative

when his hugs became descriptive

forms of saying "mon amour, je vraiment vous manquer"...

he was black coffee, 

strong and bitter to the tongue 

you liked the thought of that

but he was never really your taste

but you lied to your heart

and told it that overtime

his heartbreaking streak would be an acquired taste...

but he wouldn't be around 

long enough

For you to learn black coffee

Does not give you

A sweet daze…

It's only uneasy to swallow

Like truth that the boy

Of shinning

Armour never really loved you.

You were just target practice

A thing to past time with 

as he sipped coffee

And made you feel like the summer time craze

-K.Phiri