eighty percent coffee, twenty cream. Risked, sacrificed all that I had for a boy who left me empty. I can still smell the bitterness. Not from my soul, but from the coffee pot. Grab a mug, Eighty percent coffee, twenty cream. The only thing that kept me sane. And although I left those spaces in between what is left in my heart, I still go downstairs, to a different coffee pot. Grab a mug, Eighty percent coffee, twenty cream. -Abigail National coffee day means more to me than just a free cup of coffee. Coffee was my outlet that calmed me down in an abusive relationship, both physically and mentally. Years ago, I wrote Eighty Percent Coffee, Twenty Cream, and realized how far I’ve come in life. On National Coffee Day in 2017, I got this tattoo. Thank you to my family for helping me escape a terrible period in my life, no matter how difficult it was. Thank you to my husband for teaching me what it feels like to be loved by a real man. & thank you to coffee, for calming me down, every time I needed to feel like me again. #NationalCoffeeDay