A Love Letter To Coffee

A Love Letter To Coffee

I can't seem to get enough of you.
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Dear Drop Of Dark Sunshine,

The roses are jealous,
Because the violets are pretty,
But they have nothing on you,
For you light up a city.


Oh, Coffee, my one true love. If it weren't for you, I'd be tucked away in bed all day until the night-owl hours of the morning. Sing me a tune of Light versus Dark and swirl it all into one stained cup. I'd like to say thanks, for your silly antics: Keeping me bright-eyed and bushy-tailed throughout the unforgiving morning. You amaze me how you complement eggs and bacon so well, yet you fit so perfectly with white cake.

Shall death do us part, then death may it be. I'd rather sink into darkness than be ripped from your scaldings. A day with you is a day well spent. Steam and all, your beauty beholds my taste buds. I'd especially drink you on a dreary morning, where the rain brings out your vanilla highlights in your chocolate tresses.

I love you, Coff, and I love when we spend time countless moments together. Like on those said rainy days, where "Titanic" blasts from my TV screen. Like Mr. Dawson and Ms. Bukater, we have our own epic romantic disaster story.

"Draw me like one of your French girls," Rose whispers to Jack on the blaring screen, as I squeeze you into the perfect cup of French press.

But now you're angry, for I have sinned.

Once two halves of one coffee bean, we were. That is, until I broke away for a day to try something different. But surely you can't be mad, my love. I didn't leave you, I'd never -- I couldn't. I caved for tea, because tea benefits me.

Sure, tea has honey and lemon, but you have sugar and cream. Your roasted interior are everything I look for, everything I need.

Would it help if I said, "I-love-you-a-latte?" or "You look skim in black"? Would it give me any benefit of the doubt if I said that I like your bitter side? Maybe even a little bit more than how sweet I know you can be? Oh, Coffee, give me one more chance. One more morning to show you how much you mean to this caffeine addict. You may quit me, but I won't quit you.

I mean, how could I? How does one abandon their soulmate? The one that they've gone on so many adventures with?

We've attended the fictional school of Pencey Prep, where we followed Holden into the big, scary world of life. Jubilantly, you and I finally got to take part in the Ceremony of Twelve with Jonas, where we watched gleefully as the others were assigned their roles. We even had to face Room 101, in which we secretly followed Winston.

Many adventures can make a traveler weary, but know this,

I treasure sleep, but you're the only one I'll stay up all night for.

With love,

Early Bird

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.
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Hey,

So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?

Sincerely,

Me

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