Unquenched

You cracked your cup.
Stuffing it with conquests
isn't the same as filling it up.
You can try and pass the time
with one-night stands
and easy fucks,
but we both know
it's temporary,
and it's never really enough.
Fractured chalice,
hollow victory, my friend.
Empty soul,
full bed —
overcompensation
for what's missing within.
Thirst is inevitable
when you drink from
what you won't fix.
Nana's Poetry
Poet, Writer