Appearances deceive
She starts to believe
She is as hollow as the glass is empty
                                                           ­         so parched she becomes
Quenching her thirst in unpromising promises
We accept the love we think we deserve
Or sometimes the love that presents itself at 2 am
The kind that warms the vacant spots
Until there are no more vacancies in her ravaged heart
Fools and lovers are all the same