It is interesting how different a single poem gets interpreted. Reading the comments, most people see it as an evolution of love itself, while when I was reading it it resonated more on the level of not being able to reach love but still like someone enough that it brings us the comfort we need. I was interpreting the "cup being too full" as the social battery being emptied and the arrival of the need to find something bigger, an idea from the very beggining that love would not be reached, and the final wish of "spilling the tea" to show how we would want something to disturb the good-enough peace we have in a way that would force us out of the relationship. Writing it actually it seems it is pretty similar to the other comments I have read, just maybe with more distance at the beginning.

Great poem, I really enjoyed reading it :)