Coffee

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you were a lot to take
a lot to handle
you were like a meal
that you couldn't have have
without a drink
i preferred coffee as mine
cup after cup
teaspoon after teaspoon
i couldn't stop
i had no choice to stop
you kept showing up
and I couldn't handle you
or deal with you
unless i had my cup of coffee
after a while
it became a drug
not of caffeine
but of tolerance
you showed
i drank
sometimes i didn't mind
having so much coffee
and other times i despised it
the cup of coffee in front of me
it became venom
it became sheer torture
and there was no escaping you
or my cup of coffee

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