I feel empty
not because there was nothing there before
but because I pored all of me into the cup of your heart

spilling over the sides
hoping, longing
to get the same in return

I loved you because you saw all of me and loved me anyway
did you though?
the time without you not by choice but of your selfish hands

my soul dripping from the broken faucet in my eyes
puddles pooling at my feet as I weep for a love
that was never truly mine