Poem: Breakfast?

I’ve always wanted to eat breakfast with someone. Maybe one day.

Honey,
Sticky as you hold me
I lay my head on your heart beat
I can make you breakfast in the morning

Sweetie,
I counted every kiss you gave me
The morning sun with you would make my heart beat
I always eat breakfast by myself.

Pumpkin,
Hard outside, but still sweet to me
Slower than seconds are my heart beats
I usually eat breakfast in my own bed.

Lonely,
My car is on its way for me
I can no longer feel my heart beat
I’m used to having midnight snacks alone.

 

Photo credit: snatti89

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