Fictions of Grief

1. Coffee

When did I begin to like coffee?

When did I start drowning in caffeine?

Was it when you betrayed on me for the first time?

I don't think so.

Or was it when you held her hand right in front of me?

I don't think so.

Oh, was it when you said you didn't love me anymore?

Close, but I don't think so.

Erm, was it when you left me for good?

... It was painful, but I don't think so.

I can't seem to remember the exact time.

... Oh my gosh. How could I forget?

Of course it was the day after we started dating.

Why, you asked?

Because you uttered, "You aren't as beautiful as I expected you to be."

I began to drink coffee that night.

I began to love caffeine more than myself.

I began to drink alcohol and consume on drugs.

I became worse as you became worse.

I'm gone for good now.

But why are you crying?

It's too late, dear.