To the Boy Who Works at Starbucks

To the boy who works at starbucks...

I like your smile, it's as if arm and hammer had a flash light and used Morse code to get my attention.Maybe Colgate turned to Cupid and accidentally shot a coffee covered arrow into my heart and now I can't help but drizzle when I see your smile.

To the boy who works at Starbucks...

Hi...can I get your phone nu- A carmel macchiato? I don't drink coffee but I'll buy one everyday just to talk to you, because I really do like you, a latte!

To the boy who works at starbucks....

your coffee ground colored eyes make my inside swirl like cream in a fresh cup. I want to taste your brown sugar kisses. I want to exspresso these feelings but all I have are these puns.

To the boy who works at starbucks....

I promise I'm not a stalker, I just have a really hard time talking to people...like you. so When it gets to the point where I walk in and you ask if I want the "usual" I'll laugh, roll my eyes and say "Bean there, drank that" hoping that this joke will break the ice and I can sugar coat this question with a dlop of whip cream. 

Before I can get this question out I see you lock lips with a "skinny latte" her skin so vanilla. My anger fomes and before I know it I'm drowning myslef in coffee. Week after week, drink after drink. White teeth become stained with an addictive hue.

To my ice carmel maccihiato....

This started as a first item friendship but has developed into a caffeinated relationship, days without you leave me feeling empty and I'm in need of a refill.

To my steaming hot exspresso....

Your diabolical aroma fills the room, your bitter taste sweerened by a white choclate mug, with every sip I get deja brew.

To my cappuccino...

To my americano....

To my skinny mocha....

To my...To my....

To my decaf days...

Scatter brain thoughts blend together like whip cream and hot drinks, headaches very through the days and I often find myslef procaffeinating. Hands trembling like blendwes, slowly getting faster.

To the boy who WORKED at starbucks....

I hope your "Skinny latte" treats you well, and by the looks of it things are going just fine with that ring thats wrapped around her finger, carmaeilzed in diamonds.

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