Posted in heartbroken, original

Cold Coffee

My coffee has gone cold waiting for me.

In this cold morning, my coffee is colder still.

Much like your cold heart

Who left me lying on the cold floor

With my heart held in my cold hands.

And yet, I still drink my bitter cold coffee

As I toast the cold morning air

Remembering that from your coldness

I learned to embrace the warmth of my own sunshine.

©Maria Michaela

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