My cup runneth over and I pay it no mind
because the nectar inside will weaken my mind
and lighten my spirit that became numb from the change in you
that brought about the streams of tears along both sides of my face.
This nectar is powerful.
One that will force me to laugh at the differences I saw in you
and the actions that you once put me through.
As I place my lips on my cup that runneth over,
I do not understand why I humbled myself and let down
my guard for you.
It must have been the patience I put forth to help deal with your nonsense.
Surrendering to you only made me cry.
And now, I pay it no mind because my lips are taking in
this whirlpool of nectar, filled with bad memories of you
from my cup that runneth over.
And I pay it no mind.
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