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.