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Coffee and truth — finally talking.

Your text lit up my screen like dawn, 
‘You up?’ — three words, and I’m gone.
Slipped on the jacket you left behind, 
still smells like fight and jasmine wine.
No music this time, no curated scene, 
just Styrofoam cups and what we mean.
You stirred your sugar, didn’t speak, 
but your eyes said, *I miss the way we breathe.*

I wanted to win, I wanted to hurt, 
but silence cut deeper than any verse.
You said, ‘I thought you were proud of me,’ 
and the weight of that broke the whole routine.

Coffee and truth — no filters now, 
no credits to claim, no bows to take.
I’m not your shadow, you’re not my cage, 
we wrote this story — page by page.
Coffee and truth in the pale booth light, 
I finally see you. You finally see right.

You pulled out your phone, showed me the draft — 
my name in the credits, buried but intact.
Said, ‘I should’ve fought for you out loud,’ 
and I whispered, ‘I should’ve asked, not bowed.’
You laughed that laugh I thought was gone, 
like a melody I rewrote too long.
One tear dropped into your black blend, 
and I realized — I missed you more than the fame.

We built it together, frame by frame, 
but pride lit the match and ego fanned the flame.
Now the smoke cleared, and here we are — 
just two tired artists healing a scar.

Coffee and truth — no filters now, 
no credits to claim, no bows to take.
I’m not your shadow, you’re not my cage, 
we wrote this story — page by page.
Coffee and truth in the pale booth light, 
I finally see you. You finally see right.

All those nights I played the song you sent, 
but muted the parts where *my voice went in.*
You wore my lines like a borrowed coat, 
but love’s not a coat — it’s a home we wrote.

Coffee and truth — no running now, 
I name your genius, you bless my doubt.
Not your echo, not your twin — 
just the one who knows how the script begins.
Coffee and truth in the slow sunrise, 
no more edits. Just honest eyes.

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Finally talking.
3 AM Edit

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