Into my heart

mya

I like my cup of coffee—
unsweetened, no milk—bitter.
Now, when I add a spoon of sugar,
it tastes strange. Unfamiliar.

People ask why— 
they don't understand
that I’ve long grown used to
its lingering aftertaste,

warm on my tongue, 
down my throat, 
deep into my heart.

  • Author: Mya H. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 26th, 2025 07:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Damaso, RSM0812
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  • sorenbarrett

    I am accustomed to my women bitter and dark as well and that taste of sugar tastes strange to me. By the way I too like expresso black. A lovely write and I believe metaphor as well a fave

  • RSM0812

    I take two sugar usually in my coffee but i can understand your poetic passion for sure. Nicely done.



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