I expected him to fill me
To fill the void in my soul
And that it would be filled to the brim
So high it would overflow
With love
But it was not love
I still try to shake the memory
Dumping the glass
Throwing it
Having it shatter
Oh yes
He filled me
But I have never felt so empty
Because when he filled me
He did not complete me
And yes
There is a difference
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC
I expected him to fill me
To fill the void in my soul
And that it would be filled to the brim
So high it would overflow
With love
But it was not love
I still try to shake the memory
Dumping the glass
Throwing it
Having it shatter
Oh yes
He filled me
But I have never felt so empty
Because when he filled me
He did not complete me
And yes
There is a difference
