I'm a chalice of love
in the shape of a girl
for them to take
and take.
Never full but always fulfilling
hanging on their lips, barely alive,
expecting some drops left for myself.
Still nothing.
With my eyes closed
I close them again
pretending to be...
but dreams always leave me thirsty.
Suddenly, a gentle breeze produces
sounds on my contours
sounds turns into voices
whispering: still you're not enough.
And then the hand opens and drops me!
While falling, I imagine how my body would sound like
landing and then shattering,
a thud, a moan, a bruise...
but in the end I realize
I'm still whole on the floor
and I've never felt alive this way.

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