Spilled

I hate pouring out my feelings to an invisible cup.

Now look at the mess I've become.

Spilled all over this counter, I am sprawled across the floor.

I am a puddle.

You can see right through me to whats beneath.

I lay here, waiting for the quicker picker upper

to absorb my emotions I so carelessly overflowed.

I should of stayed in the pitcher,

but the outside world looked so much bigger

I thought I could be free.

I thought you would drink me up and consume me.

I just wanted to nourish you.

I wanted to quench that thirst for everlasting devotion.

But you were skeptical.

and after watching me be produced you still think I am poison.

Knowing that I am made of the most pure of substances -

prideless love & loyalty

You focus on that hint of jealousy and pinch of immaturity

that complete my recipe.

Recipe for disaster perhaps

but I am the best mess you will ever have to clean up

and who knows what will be left of this puddle

because with this heat I am slowly evaporating

& I cant keep waiting

for you.