Arus' Poetry

My eyes are Blue,
From all these tears I ran through.
I filled this cup
and tried to give it to you,
But you won’t drink it.
(Guess you’re with your new dude)

Sometimes it hurts,
sometimes it burns,
life just ain’t fair.
At least that’s what you said
when you walked away.

I filled this cup,
but you spilled it everywhere,
and that’s fine.

My love on the floor-
I pick up every drop.
cold,
Blue.
Pour it back
into the same cup-
hoping,
maybe later
you’ll finally be thirsty for me.