—the moment you mistake urgency for courage, and heat for hope
You didn’t wait, you never do,
The steam was thick, the scent was true.
It begged for pause, for breath, for grace,
You met it mouth-first, lost the race.
The heat bit hard, the flavor fled,
A sharp mistake your tongue still bled.
You cursed the cup, you blamed the pour,
But pain was patience you ignored.
The sip was gone, the taste delayed,
The pleasure burned, the moment frayed.
You cooled it down, you tried again,
A softer sip, the ghost of pain.
The hurt will fade, but never quite.
Regret’s the scar of appetite.
📜 Burnt Tongue Regret – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 1 cup Scalding Fresh Coffee (too eager to please)
- 1 impatient drinker (the real problem)
- Garnish: Ice cube shame (optional, but common)
Instructions:
Pour freshly brewed coffee, piping hot. Ignore every instinct. Sip immediately. Scream internally. Set it aside to cool. By then, it’s already ruined.