I poured myself into a glass.

A glass with cracks.

A tainted glass…

A glass somebody else sipped from.

I poured myself into you.

You don’t belong here,

I poured, but wasn’t being poured into.

I poured into you, while others poured too.

All filled up, while I was left empty.

I continued to pour until it overflowed.

I still poured...wasting it.

Wasting energy, wasting time.

Wasting on the floor.

There were other cups. They would've enjoyed.

I continued to pour, hoping there would be more

I poured, and I was thirsty.

I continued to pour, close to empty.

I continued to pour into a broken glass, knowingly.

I poured into a glass, and watched it overflow onto the floor.

It was a mess, and I was left to clean it up.