the cup is
half empty
like my heart
when i
told you to
stop saying
"i love you"
in fear that
blue would
turn to red
and cold would
turn to warm
and i may
be empty
but you
by god
you are full
i see
the ocean in
your eyes
and the wind in
your hair
the passion
in your calm
and the tranquility
in your anger
you are
the lamb
and the lion
and you
tear me apart
and i let you
because this
with the pain
and the suffering
is the only time
i feel full
you are enough
for the both of us
but you
will never
satisfy me
because
i crave more
like the fire
whipping at
the trees
like the waves
lapping at
the shore
i can never
be content
with a full cup
and even when
it spills over
i still
pour.