Someone has taken your place.
Actually, someone has poured all of their love into the cup you used to fill,
And it is spilling over the edges.
You told me once that I should find my happiness;
Here I am. Happy.
But you have the senses of a shark, I think.
You can smell my bliss from 4,000 miles away, and you try to spill the cup.
We’ve done this before, though,
And when it spills,
You will only replace half.
You will leave me thirsty.
I can’t wait anymore.
I never thought anyone would be an overflow,
But she is.