Plastic Cups

a piece of you, in a different form.

a piece left over, from the storm.

in my existence,

came all the resistance.

shortly after, the roof caved in.

& with an end, we watched it begin.

daddy left, you stepped up.

an empty glass, you filled the cup.

little did we know, it had a leak.

it's dripping slowly, as we speak.

over bumps we built bridges, rocky roads we held hands.

next to me, by my side...you'd always stand.

then, my hero fucked up.

he split the cup.

but he wasn't to blame,

no guiltiness, no shame.

you mopped the floor,

and again..you poured.

the cup freshly filled...

until the next spill.

the crack grew longer,

our bond grew stronger.

but little by little,

it grew too brittle.

his pillows were fluffed.

mine came un-stuffed.

his blankets were warm.

mine came torn.

his bed was made.

but, you see I was afraid.

he didn't come home.

my secret is left : unknown.

I hit a blind spot in your rearview mirror.

I tried to hit the wipers so you'd see clearer.

& I tried with all my might.

to get into your sight.

but he was standing there, in the headlights.

& you...flicked on your brights.

there, I stopped, I tumbled...I fell.

no mean to get up, no energy to compel.

so now, I'll try and help you understand,

why I only hold plastic cups in my hand.

I was tired of competing with the one who broke the cup.

and watching, every time, as you filled it up.

I was tired of running, when he got to walk.

I was tired of staying silent, when he got to talk.

I didn't know you had to fail, in order to win.

I didn't know you had to say goodbye, in order to begin.