Grande Coffee with Soy Milk & Sugar

I shake.
I tremble.
I shudder.
But not in fear.
Loathsome coffee,
why do I feel
I can drink you
without detriment?
Medicinally
you work wonders.
Yet your side effects
cause symptoms
similar to a disorder
that I'd prefer I didn't have.
Aphrodisiac you are not.
Still, I am drawn to you
like a horse drawn to water.
I fool myself into thinking
just this once
I will be fine.
Just this once
my mind will remain calm.
My heart will remain still.
And I will resist the urge
to jump out of my skin.
And yet again,
just this once
I am not invincible
to your devious consequences.
Again and again I succumb.
Futile in my attempts to defeat
the powerful effects
of caffeine on my nerves.
And so day by day
while you may
win the battle
the war is far from over.
Incorporeal and inanimate though you are
I warn you,
Watch Your Back.
For I will be brewing.
A witch's brew of sorts.
Fine herbs and fruit essence for me.
In a seive.
In a pot
where you no longer belong.