Glass Half Empty

it’s easy to give my all to people

most times i do so without a second thought

sometimes my all will overfill their glass,

their containers not large enough to retain all that comes from my heart

but it’s not always that way

sometimes expectations aren’t met and their glass is left half empty,

for every content of my being is not enough to satisfy their needs

it can be draining trying to fill a bottomless cup, everyday i run the race and i never get to the finish line

insufficiency is suffocating

but having to clean the mess from the overfilled cup eventually starts to feel like a chore, the towels are sopping wet and the liquid keeps pouring

at first it was an accident, but now it’s like a dam that has broken and is flooding everything in its way

neither glass is safe to drink from

one glass too small, and one glass too large

both of which containing poison

i am hoping to someday find the right-sized glass

a glass that will not overflow, but will be filled up to the brim

not one drop too little, not one drop too full

i want to meet in the middle,

a person to drink from the cup before it’s overfilled

someone who waits for their refill before their cup is empty

i want to find balance in unity,

reciprocation as common denominator

if that’s even still a thing