Glass Half Full

For lack of better words    

You instill and distill my love     

Like alcohol in a glass.

Bitter and dangerous,

But still on these streets.

You use me like a drunk

And I’ve got no choice.

Your demand is my command.

Am I weak?

Maybe.

But it’s all I’ve got left.

The power to follow

And the inability to lead.

Do I fear leading?

Yes.

That’s why I allow you

To use me.

 

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