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Sometimes, I still long for the taste of your tongue In my mouth. How your brutal hands that ripped My heart from my chest Once caressed my back and waist. I wasted love on you. My glass full From years of saving; Sacrificing other gentleman callers and their date dollars. Spending nights alone, Extending my hand out the window Collecting ‘love drops’ That filter in my cup. I poured everything into your body. How was I to know You would drain Every Last Drop? Lost. All the fluid of my feelings Kept safe for good keeping, Gone. In seconds …All Drains Away… Amazingly, All my feelings that poured into your body Left no impression or influence. You’re still cold; A one-track mind. A drain you are. Maybe it be best I fall in love with a plumber next. To give back what was mine And he can provide The Tools I need to avoid Fools Like You. Currently, My cup holds ice. But in time, the ice will melt From the warmth of another love And a pair of hands That can hold my heart. I painfully learned That my cup is not meant to be empty And completely given to someone. The majority is for me I won’t be left thirsty. Drip… Drop… Hear that? It’s my cup, re-filling. Good riddance.
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Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
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Sometimes, I still long for the taste of your tongue In my mouth. How your brutal hands that ripped My heart from my chest Once caressed my back and waist. I wasted love on you. My glass full From years of saving; Sacrificing other gentleman callers and their date dollars. Spending nights alone, Extending my hand out the window Collecting ‘love drops’ That filter in my cup. I poured everything into your body. How was I to know You would drain Every Last Drop? Lost. All the fluid of my feelings Kept safe for good keeping, Gone. In seconds …All Drains Away… Amazingly, All my feelings that poured into your body Left no impression or influence. You’re still cold; A one-track mind. A drain you are. Maybe it be best I fall in love with a plumber next. To give back what was mine And he can provide The Tools I need to avoid Fools Like You. Currently, My cup holds ice. But in time, the ice will melt From the warmth of another love And a pair of hands That can hold my heart. I painfully learned That my cup is not meant to be empty And completely given to someone. The majority is for me I won’t be left thirsty. Drip… Drop… Hear that? It’s my cup, re-filling. Good riddance.
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Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
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