I am just a cup to you
Sitting on your window sill
Full of love untouched
Behind the blinds
Unable to see your reality
Shut out in the cold
Just a cup on your windowsill
An attempt to seem kind
Forgotten once out of sight
Author's Notes/Comments:
You use to get me a cup of water after sex and I would take one sip and place it on the window sill, then find the last cup there when the new cup came, I have always felt more like that cup than your girlfriend, funny how I thought nothing of that action until now...$20 bucks says the cup is still there from the last time
written yesterday, whoot the last of the back loged poems! I have sat here trying to title this for over a day and have failed. have gone to all my best title helpers. my fav editor, my fellow poet friends, I can't title it, so
