Nana's Poetry1 Comment

Unquenched

Nana's Poetry1 Comment
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.

Poet, Writer