u/Fine_Mycologist1220

I brew a cup of coffee

Though I never learned how

It tastes bitter yet watered down

And always burns the roof of your mouth

I serve it to someone close

Tell her of how its mine

Even though she's drank plenty others

I convince her to try

The bitterness is off-putting

It lacks depth and taste

Probably burned the beans

Or stopped pouring too late

However, it is always drank

Not enjoyed, but tolerated

So I brew some more

Not changing a thing

The taste buds get used to the bitter

And stop looking for much else

The mouth scars and grows thicker

Can't be burnt and can't be felt

My coffee makes great success

She keeps asking for more, though I want to give less

For though I like the smell of coffee

It's the taste of tea that fits me best