a glass on the table
filled with anger
chilled with hatred
stood tall with irritation
accompanied by resentment
lined with dark tablecloth
surrounded with red candles
i sit still
looking at you
contemplating
and slowly the bitterness leaked
through a hidden crack on the bottom
but the red color still intact
proving me right on everything i said
like the glass
my heart is now empty
yet still connecting you and me
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