You're just like a cup of coffee:

Bitter.

With a single sip,

you manage to burn my tongue,

and scorch my throat.

You break through my defenses,

to the point where the most I can do

is quickly withdraw,

and wait for the next passing moment to strike.

I drown you out in milk,

and cover you up in sugar,

to the point where I can't even recognize

the real you.

The rest of the universe says that the world

runs on coffee.

But because caffeine sadly

has no effect on me,

I find myself making excuses,

and I find myself biting my cheek as once again,

you burn my tongue,

and scorch my throat.

Though I drown you out in milk,

and cover you up in sugar,

I say I return to you,

to the you who burns my tongue,

for that sweet taste of coffee.

But still, you're bitter.

You're just like a cup of coffee.

I wait for the next passing moment,

but a moment too many passes,

and you grow lukewarm.

Like coffee.