some empty mugs don't want to be filled
they can't cope with being burned by hot stuff that's being poured into them only to get cold
as soon as they got used to the heat
and then to lose all of this what filled them so perfectly
to another being that devours it wholly
and in the end to be left empty again
it's a cycle of cruelty and agony
mugs are used by others for their own aims
regardless of their feelings
and if a mug shatters it doesn't matter
because there are plenty more to break
one mugs alone doesn't matter
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Hummingbird 𓅪 // Poetry
Poésie„Hummingbird" contains the thoughts I couldn't say aloud. You'll find a collection of poems and short prose about love, hate and most importantly about all the whispers in between. If you haven't found your place in this world yet, maybe you'll re...
