Cup of coffee-

I am not chocolate.

No matter how much you insist

I am not chocolate, and you are no alchemist.

I am dark, bitter coffee.

I am not chocolate

So I made myself mocha.

Buried deep within the soil where you planted a tree.

Cut by the blade of your words

Because I grew coffee beans. 

I am not chocolate I remind myself.

I am coffee, with 3 cubes of sugar

Cured with milk, until I am like the sand

Coarse, ground, full of energy.

I am a shot of espresso. 

Mixed in your morning matcha

Waiting for you to pick me up.