When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I look for is a cup of coffee- and the first thought that pops in my mind is you. I don’t know which of the two is more responsible for making my heart jolt and perking me up for a new day.
How will I get it today, hot or cold? That’s the same thing I wonder with you. When you’re not at your best, sometimes my first taste of you is sweet, only to end up in bitterness at the bottom. Sometimes you come on too strong, and other times there’s a bit too much fluff and not enough substance for me. But however you’re made on any day, I gotta have you every time.
You’re magic. You destroy life’s dull moments until I’m shaking and hyperventilating. You cause me anxiety sometimes, because you spike my blood too high. But I love it. And when I’m drained and not able to go on, you’re the miracle that turns things around instantly. With you in my system, coursing through my veins, I find the strength to do all that needs doing.
Not having you would be a disaster- I would crash if I lost your support. I’m dependent on it. It’s the only thing I can rely on after these long sleepless nights. It’s the only thing that lets my body get through my mountains of hard work. The only vice I have that isn’t actually bad for me, but helps me instead.
I wish it was always a beautiful masterpiece when I have you. That you were well-prepared and refined, making you a pleasure to press my lips to at an artisan cafe. But sometimes life’s hassles come in and I’m made to have you quick and easy during a drive-by. And that’s still okay with me. My mind and body crave you, so I’ll have you any way I can. And you satisfy me every time.