To Be Empty
We are naught but glasses
Half empty trying to fill each other
When we know one of us will walk away drained
Hoping someone, somewhere
Will tell us that we’re special
That we aren’t half empty
We’re half full.
And so this is why
Despite my resistance
Despite my disagreeing with the mirror
I run towards you with open arms
Hoping the force in you
Will bring me to my knees
Will awaken me
Turn me into a fervent fire
Ripe for ashes
Knowing what it feels like
To be half full.
For you to be half full.
And forgetting
What it feels like
To be empty.
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