Loving you feels like
Holding onto my favorite mug.
It was old and chipped on one side
White lining inside, now stained dark.
That one mug makes:
The coffee tastes stronger,
The creamer tastes sweeter,
The aroma smell richer.
And even though that one chip
Will someday hurt me while I sip
I'll savor every ounce of memory
Before blood rushes down my lip.