My feelings for you are as delicate
as my sincerity towards that mug you made.
But like the paint on the rims you and I are slowly
withering away until one day it will all be gone.
And like the scalding water coming into contact
with the chocolate powder we rise in a hot,
bubbling sensation - but we consume too quickly.
Hot chocolate is better enjoyed in soft, steady sips.
You and I are drinking each other way too fast.