mmmm.... sweet sweet sorrow....

Caffeine, steadfast companion of many days,
The time has come to part our ways.
It seems you make me sick, you see:
The want of you is misery.

My head is fog'd, my will is weak,
I know you'd give me what I seek.
Vim and vigour, zip and zest,
With you I'm truly at my best.

Except.. I'm not, no, not for long.
Though at first you make me strong,
In time I crest and then I fall.
No, you make me not so strong at all.

I'll miss you always, anyhow,
though to myself I must avow:
No more caffeine, not as my crutch.
Not on a date, not going dutch.
Neither doing math, nor working early,
Beware my friends, I will be surly!