A cup too full

I always pour a little too much tea into my cup. 

The cup takes as much as it can and let's the rest flow away.

A cup can never be too full. 

It never takes more than it can handle.

Why don't you? 

Why do you take more than you can hold?

You let it all collect.

Then you lose it all at one.

You don't let anything go. 

You can't throw it away.

Even if it's something you liked or maybe even loved..

You take too much.

You end up resenting it. 

Resenting it all.

Resenting me.

I always pour a little too much into my cup.

The mark of a true heart

No true heart is without scars. 

If you let the flame foster. 

If you let it grow. 

Eventually it will consume you. 

And your heart will be left a smoldering wreck. 

And from those ashes will only you see the true light. 

The light that you were not able to touch. 

Will you spread your wings and reach out for it?

You would, but those who have burned cannot take flight.

They have to stay on the ground.

Under the light.

Hoping that the light will come to them.

Always without thinking that it should.

That it will.

A sad and foolish hope.

That is the mark of a true heart.

One spoon of sugar

Are you sure about this? It is an important part of you. 

It breeds nothing but pain. 

That's not what it does. 

That's what it ends up doing. 

Once you lose it you will be no more. 

You think I haven't considered this? Haven't considered losing myself? Of course I have. But there's is no significance to myself. Me being lost will not change the world. No. No one will even notice. No one has and no one ever will. 

Why do you think that is?

Because I was afraid. I kept it to myself until it was too late. I am already gone.

You are still here.

I'm invisible.

Do you expect me to tell you it's not your fault.

I would but I know better. 

I would think so. You wouldn't be here if you didn't.

Once people have enough they no longer need me.

Do you want me to begin?