drunk off sadness and coffee by inkstaineddove, literature
Literature
drunk off sadness and coffee
there was a coffee shop
i once went to with a
woman i once knew.
she wore freedom in
her hair and anger
as her armor.
her only love was
the grande mocha stuck
permanently to her palm.
her love was addictive.
she would sit in her chair,
drinking for infinities.
she would get drunk
off the emptiness
she breathed.
occasionally, she would
sing to me about how
she fucked it all up
about the time she
loved, the time she lost.
the time she died.
her life was miserable
and yet she loved it
as much as her cup.
i do not believe
that her story ends
in happily ever after.
i do believe that's
the way she
would've wrote it.