255. Plastic Cup

I am lost inside this plastic cup,

trying to find my way back up.

Not knowing it would be this hard,

I’ve come too far to be a burnt out star.

We were like two islands lost at sea,

separated by what became broken memories.

And now I float upon the wavy surface

of the thoughts that were once of you and me.

I can see a world beyond this plastic wall,

but I am afraid to climb to the top, and then fall.

I feel as though I would end up in a well of tears

that would last for a thousand years.

I wish that the cup would tip over

so that I could forget what it’s like to be sober,

and find myself in an ocean of wine.

I’d probably be happy all the time.

I haven’t been sober for days,

because when I lost you, I lost my way.

My heart has broken into two, 

and all I can think about right now is you.

I’m sorry that it had to happen this way,

but maybe we’ll see each other again some day.

I just hope that you’re not inside your own plastic cup,

and that you were able to find your way back up.