you’ve never been there
you’ve never held each memory
I wear my scars like scratches, scuffs, and swirling spoons striking my body ,faded edges, chipped rim

you don’t see the way I gather pieces of myself from the floor, as a reminderof the ones who slipped through my hands like tiny grains of sand

loneliness is a heavy blanket of unspoken sorrows that I wrap it around me as I sit on the edge,waiting for a warm that never comes, but rather a chill that gnaws like hyenas to a carcass

you don’t know the weight of my heart that beats unevenly,the rhythm disturbed by the those who’ve left too soon and my each breath a reminderof what I’ve lost
 
I am the cup,once filled with laughter,now brimming only with sorrow and loneliness and the edges chipped by the past that refuses to let me go
grief is my companion
a shadow that lingers
so when you say you understand, know this:you’ve never been there,you’ve never felt the weight of absence leaves me seeking my sanctuary of sorrow,a place where I can be both broken and whole

I am the cup