There is a glass I leave open
Full of each positive thought I’ve had in the last few years
Some months it numbers less than others
Lying there open for whomever needs happiness in a moment of despair
Next to it lies a jug filled with each emotion that is not happy or her synonyms
There have been moments where it has overflowed into the glass next to it
I try to cap it in attempts to let no one else but me see inside
A few horror movie scripts could be made of it
This jug’s counterpart is a bottle filled of the years I don’t talk about
You know, the ones I erased from my memory in hope every one did too
But I know they will stay with me past the grave
All the years I didn’t stop hurting, even when I thought there was no hurt left
The memories play here in a movie about my own suffering, still waiting to be finished because I know there will be more years of this despite the little room this bottle has left to fit them in
One more bottle sits, filled with the good times
Capped off so I don’t forget
Moments I couldn’t stop laughing until I cried
Days my face hurt from smiling so much
I know there will also be more of these
Keeping optimistic it will fill before the years of suffering, I keep a larger bottle for the good days ahead
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