An Empty Cup

I'm awake again while its still night
Not even a hint of morning light
I have given up on trying to sleep
When once it use to feel so deep
I stare across this king size bed
But all I feel now is dread
No blanket shape in which you mold
The mattress only feeling cold
Weekends we would always sleep in
Wake to the warmth of our bare skin
Now I only rise to get away
Without you here I can no longer stay
Old habits seem to never die
And for so long you were always near by
I still walk quietly out the door
Hoping that you will sleep some more
Flick the switch on the kitchen lights up
The first thing I see is your cup
I remember buying it when we met
And how it became your biggest asset
I chose it colourful just like you
That was before I saw right through
And years later in its state
It's like the cup and I share the same fate
Once you loved the warmth in your hands
And without it almost feeling bland
Though now the cup is looking cold
Years of wear and tear it's becoming old
With chips and cracks now falling apart
Much like myself and with my heart
Now were both empty and when I try to fill
I see the cup leaking and begin to spill
You walked and took everything else
But only left me bleeding here on this shelf