Coming Out Empty Handed

coming out empty handed.

I reach my hand out every day waiting for you to pour out that sweet love and care I remember,

But leaving empty every time, I remember the taste of that love,

so sweet,

  so sour,

 bitter

 on my wet tongue burning so slowly a taste only loves would know,

 Going down my throat its warm filling up what’s missing, Stuff it in the corners of my heart where none have reached before it crowds up all space for anyone else

, choking me too death I might just kill myself wondering why I’m so out of that lovely gasoline was it something that I said