The more I poured into your cup, the faster I became a jug
I lost the option to receive and now my job is to send out love
I didn’t apply for this position but I guess it’s sort of where I fit in
Everyone else has their roles and lucky me to receive the one you lack in
Although my role is on borrowed time I did the best that I could do
My jug is now empty so it’s time for you to find someone to love you like I do.
For their sake of course I hope you actually love them back
Maybe I was used to fix a bruised ego and they’ll be the perfect match.
Who knows?
About the Creator
Juwann Cook
I feel like poetry are the things that we want to say but society will look at us weird for the feelings that we have about something or someone, to make it easier for ourselves and others we just put it in writing.
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