Scott

I awoke this morning angry at you,

When we first met, you were full of ice cubes,

Promises, potential, but you have no class.

You are just an awful broken, empty glass.

A drinking glass, around the rim chipped,

You offered to hydrate me but then cut my lip.

I waited, believing that you would come through,

After all, drinks are great with ice cubes…

But the ice cubes melted, lukewarm- yuk.

You coaxed me to drink- you were still a cup.

Mostly empty, true- unsatisfying and bad.

Still, you reasoned, not the worst I ever had…

I’m sorry I ever met you- I have a scar on my lip,

From being with you in that relationship.

I’m glad I determined what you were about-

And like any broken glass, threw you out.