Coffee StainsDress shoes click on the streets laid slick with cinnamon and wasted airCoffee Stains3 years ago in Free Verse
It's sugar on your lipstick, darling; a dangerous affair.
You chose coffee
Like you chose romance
Just for the idea of romance; cream and smoked wood swirling around in your cup,
And steam curling up into the atmosphere like the locks in his hair.
Tantalisingly dark and hauntingly aromatic
You craved it
You mocked the raven that eyed you from its branch out in the blustering courtyard and
You didn't even like the taste.
The silver curve of the teaspoon showed your warped reflection like a deathly omen
It showed the line of your neck and each glittering pearl
The hanging clock on the wall, for all its carved hearts and varnished oak
Couldn't quite drown out the tolling
Pendulum swinging by your ear as you ran your hand along the creases in the leather seat
The sweet, too-strong perfume mingling with the scent of the
Dark black coffee
Much as the gold around his wrist had
Coffeeguts pile over whiteCoffee2 years ago in Free Verse
sheets and blankets.
i spilled them to you
and you still said
i looked lovely
a black sticky stain.
how many chemicals
can your stomach handle
before you have to drown me?
how much bitterness
can you swallow?
you are my
cream and sugar, darling.
and it tears me in half
when you split your skin.
if you aren't careful
i might not be able to
sip you up again.
i am a powdery shadow
cold autumn breezes
and breathless clouds
but if i could keep you
breathing, my world might be
a little more alive
Coffee-Stained LetterDear Stranger,Coffee-Stained Letter4 years ago in Letters
You don't know me. And I don't know you. Maybe it's better that way. But then again, maybe we would be happier if we did know each other.
Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, with the sunlight streaming in the window, writing this letter for you. Hopefully I'll finish it by tonight, so that tomorrow I can take it to the coffee shop on the corner and drop it on the floor, or in your lap, or maybe in the lap of the person next to you so they can give it to you...because they don't seem like the type to read it, so they'll obviously just pass it on.
I like music - except terrible rap. And I love the written word more than most, it baffles some of my friends sometimes. I wonder, do you like to read? I have the tiniest tattoo I've ever seen, it's a tiny fairy on my ankle, but you can't see her unless you're looking for her and know where to look...like a real fairy, they're good at hiding too you know. I saw a fairy once. She was hiding behind the strawberries in my garden. I t
Tea stains. EnglandXReaderTea stains. EnglandXReader3 years ago in Short Stories
You were walking towards a big convention center in the city. It was a cold autumn morning, the wind blowing through from various directions, making you shiver.
'Hope this is as grand as Aunt said." you muttered to yourself, bringing your (j/c) jacket closer to yourself as if to warm you and tightening your fluffy (s/c) warm scarf around your neck as you were walking from the train station to the convention.
Yes, your auntie had gotten you tickets for a convention, one that you were really eager for and excited. She was like your best friend despite the age difference.
It was a Tea Convention.
You see, you adored tea beyond belief. You'd give up a soda and chips for Tea and cake. You loved the bitter tasting beverage. Such different tastes, aromas and strengths, all giving different flavoured and twists you were fascinated with.
Basically, you knew a lot about tea, you had been drinking tea since you were a baby. It was in the family. Your auntie was a membe