Coffee In The Morning
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Emma Chambers, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2021
I have coffee in the morning when the sun hits my window
and I cry as soon as my head hits the pillow
because it's so unfair that the day must end with a whispered goodnight
and I can see in the way that you breathe that you're not alright
some nights I don’t sleep but watch the fairy lights in my room glimmer
and I know that your emotions just sit there and simmer
because I know you push away the negative emotions
I try to talk, but when I do, it's just a meaningless, babbling ocean
I can't fix it myself and I don’t know what to say
I've never been good at using words in that way
and when I wake in the morning feeling like dirt
I don’t want to explain why I feel so hurt
and I can't give up this persona I've built, I can't look like I'm slipping
because then everything will fall away, flowing and dripping
and I do this each day and then sleep again
because I know when I wake, I'll have coffee again