bleeding overflowing glass

i’m jealous of the girl I was

before the air became too

thick to breathe in.

the girl who believed

in the good in everyone,

never skeptical,

and whose glass was half full.

I don't know when my glass started leaking,

but I cant find the crack to patch it up.

it matches the crack in my soul.

maybe my glass was always half empty,

and the love of my mother filled it back up

when I wasn’t looking.

and maybe my father poured his water

to overflow mine.

I never meant to over-consume from

your glasses.

I just thought it was actually mine.

now the water is red,

from the bleeding of my broken heart.