purple flask | June 08, 2025 (23:35) |

before bed lies my flask first,

before my head rests my assurance.

when i wake from my sleep,

and tears are met rather than the ray of sunshine 

i shall have something to choke it up with.

had i been smart with how i handled myself?

yet i search for him in between walls and lies.

i had a paper cut once, and i romanticized over it,

sent him a peek, sent him my hope he'd feel it.

i thought: he better feel it.

yet that same day, i had received the greatest gift,

a scenery i may never experience ever again

even if i went once more with him.

God, why do people change?

i guess it's for the better and that's ideal.

yet why do i grieve over such a great gift?

God, i loved that scenery,

my once in a lifetime.

there had been moments,

trials of my ability to stand his absence.

yet even those achievements take a run to a path that may reward me— a glimpse of him.

a shadow of his smile.

a sound of his blink.

a grin on his stance.

a him in my life. 

all that had been rained down on me,

the silence,

the avoidance,

the mess.

even the silence played a music of him.

even the avoidance attracted a him.

even the mess organized my love for him.

before bed, i fill my flask with water,

if ever i may cry over him.

i'll drink and choke it up for the better.