True Love of Coffee

I lost myself, not entirely
But as if I was without function
My life resembling a locked doorway
or perhaps a key
But never both, simple one or the other

I was always so
Some viewers failed to realize I was a puzzle
That my edges fit into another
Because they had never seen my partner
nor even knew someone else could match me so well

I was the cup
Designed to hold something
So securely
Yet never finding enough to fill me
I was simply cracked and the essence left me too quickly

I was a lit candle
So futile in nature
As I sat afloat in a sea of despair
That gave me so many reflections to ponder upon
Yet no one would see the direction I was moving

I could be complete, yes with hope
Perhaps someone could fix me,
To give me enough love that I could function as intended
They could hold me, broken and unloved
and make me feel as if I had a purpose

If one soul could reach me, touch my broken soul
I would be amazing
My light would inspire
Allow them to see something worth loving
because without them, I will never function

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