Someone's cup

Someone's house
Somewhere I don't know
Liquid slips past my poor
Past my scares
Liquid I once knew
Pouring two cups to sit and talk
Now looking down I don't know what it is
Vibrating in my vision
I barely know if this is real
All I knew was the tears
The tears I spill as I think
Someone's cup sits full
Wobbling as it shook
Her voice leaking out of my ears
Each vibration tells me to leave
But I know I can never go back
I want to show this pain I feel
Its never to run away
I lean down from your hand
Too much pressure
Too much bleeding
In my homeless mind
No where to go
I feel more at home with a stranger
He takes me in
He takes me down
He goes right in
As if hes found his home
Yes I feel more at home with this stranger
This cup seems to speak
Dripping liquid from the sides
Pouring like blood
It speaks a foreign language
Wake up screaming
'Where am I? '
For the cup tips its unfamiliariarity
Someone else's cup in my hand
Someone else's home encasing me
Someone else's lips on my neck
Someone else's sheets
In the morning someone else's life
©nanadrift