Broken Glass: a Poem

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.

The Depths of my Love,

A writing from March of 2014:
Something about myself...I always knew I could love hard, but after the last time I didn't think I would ever want to again. But then I found something! Someone that I wouldn't mind doing it again for or with. Love!, I found exactly that. Real love. And I don't mind doing or going through it again. I don't know... there is something special about feeling like you could do something you told yourself you’d never do again.

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