i am a pouring pitcher,
filling every cracked cup,
yet my own glass
stays empty.
i wonder if someone
will see me
evaporate—
but they don’t.
still, i pour,
hoping the universe
will fill me back—
it never does.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 10:28 PM UTC
i am a pouring pitcher,
filling every cracked cup,
yet my own glass
stays empty.
i wonder if someone
will see me
evaporate—
but they don’t.
still, i pour,
hoping the universe
will fill me back—
it never does.
i never receive, i only give. and no one seems to notice.
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