Nothing Left to Spill
It’s okay if you hurt me.
I’ll love you anyways.
Because I don’t know how
to live without it—without you.
It’s okay if you hurt me.
Your world is half-empty.
You love me genuinly.
I make you half-full.
It’s okay if you hurt me.
I am empty.
I have nothing left to spill.
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So sad but poignant.
Love this, feel it deeply.
There is a deep understanding of the inevitability of humans hurting one another in this poem–an acceptance of that sad reality. I think only those with the wisdom to see this truth are able to move beyond and recognize the only one who can really cause us pain–ourselves.