Friday, 18 June 2010


The broken cup
says "Fill me up!"
You pour and pour,
but she still needs more.
"Please, please!
I feel empty inside,
It's like a disease!
It's like I've died!
I need more of you!
Please help me get through."
You hope she's okay, then
it trickles away again.
Now she needs more,
so you pour and you pour.
Finally you're scared
you'll have no more to share,
so you cut her off
til the cup is repaired
and she thinks you don't care.

Ever been there?

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