cold coffee

i drink my coffee cold. let it sit at my desk for hours on end. as i watch another movie on netflix, or hum a song i heard on the radio.

and i cling to the lyrics. i cup them in my clammy hands, as my heart beings to pound. and the snowdrift wraps its loving arms around me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. don’t you just want to give up? because no one wants you here…

don’t you just want to lie down, on your perfect bed. in your cute, cozy sweater. don’t you just want to lie down, and stay here forever?

sipping your coffee. as the cobwebs twine around your fingers. and the lock will snap shut on its own. the hinges will squeak, as your bedroom door slips closed.

but… i don’t mind, not really. because i don’t know what this place is. but i think it loves me.

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