I was supposed to be your overflowing
cup
but I turned out to be the glass too broken
to hold your love.
Even put together, you could see the cracks.
When you drank from me, my jagged edge
cut your lip.
You kept on promising to fix me -
you said just a little glue would do -
but I was never enough.
I was supposed to be your overflowing cup.
Now I see you've found another.
