One glass, two straws.
That used to describe my life.
Past tense used.
Now my cup feel so empty
Because truly we are meant to share.
One straw in a glass has too much room.
One straw gets lonely.
But my other straw was taken from the glass
By a car accident that he couldn't have avoided
One straw, just one.
I want my other straw back
To have, to share
Could you survive if your second straw
Was ripped from your cup?
Even if I can I'm not sure I want to.
I'd take anyone to fill the gap.
I do anything for a second straw
To put back into my empty glass.
If I killed myself
How sad my glass would be.
No, I do not plan suicide.
An empty glass is far worse
Than one half full.
I know I'm not the only girl
To have a broken heart,
But others must have felt this way too.
How could God take a lover
Knowing they have a hole in their cup?
If there is some other lonely straw
Reading this poem right now
Speak up because together
we could make perfection.
We could make
Two straws, One glass.