My Flat White

8:04:00 AM

Flat White

It’s the cold mornings,

and the silence that screams in my chest,

the monster running inside of me,

that i can’t stand.

And when i used to wake up to your words,

your kiss,
your touch,
and drank them like my flat white.

Now i chug down my flat white,

wishing it was your words that stimulated me instead.

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[Pisanthrophobia]