Spiked

I wanted to dress how you liked,
now my T-shirt is too tight
and I’m spiked
on all the coffee I drank,
too high and no air supply.
Lack of oh too
my brain?
Nothing’s sense may
king?
I forgot why I did this in the first place,
surely you fell for the person you first met?
When I dressed how I dressed
and drank tea
and wasn’t jittery.
Now my heart’s beating fast
and it’s not for you,
how long does caffeine last?
Longer than love?
Longer than the past?
I hope not.