Coffee So Black Poem by Eman Awad

Black coffee in the middle of the night,
and black coffee at the break of dawn.
I tell my self that i'm ending this tonight,
that i'm so tired of being on my own.
I told a friend of mine,
that you're not the one.
She said that maybe it's time,
but that's not how i felt when you were gone.
And i've told another friend,
that i'm dying to get back to you.
But she said, don't pretend,
that's not what you said when it was through.
I even said you won't make,
a good father for my children yet to come.
But i'm not over this heart break,
and it's not that i'm so weak to overcome.
It's all because i'm so in love,
with all of those contrasts i am.
I admit that it was so tough,
letting go of the one i called my man.
They told me to slow down and think,
do i really want you back in my life? ?
Along with a black coffee to drink,
just to ease that mind storm that i strive.
But you aren't a head ache or a flu,
you are the one i write my poems for.
The one i need in my life is you,
you are my home and the dream that i adore.
I can't go through it all again,
just because i can't live away from you.
I never stood all of that pain,
i'm hurt enough not to say that we're through.
And so hurt and broken to say we are,
i'm numb and i'm drinking all this coffee so black.
Salvation will always remain so far,
i'm dying to be with you and i just can't go back.