Poetry I'll Never Let Anyone Read

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You can't pour from an empty cup,

so when you held out yours

dry as could be, I poured from mine

without a second thought

And though my cup was drained,

I called it half-full

because seeing you fulfilled

with my joy was enough

Until suddenly, I had nothing left to give,

so I handed you the cup instead

and watched you run off to someone else

when I couldn't keep up

Now my cup looks so pretty

in her hands as it overflows from

the supply you had all along

and hid so well

All I can do is try and catch

leftover spilling over the brim

but even that is starting

to slip through my fingers too