the hollowness of petals falling to the floor

sip after sip

until

i am floating

giggling

wishing

i pluck a petal

from the flower in my hand

snap

"he loves me"

i let it float to the floor softly

as this imagined eternity passes in a prolonged second

to be broken by

a second snap

"he loves me not"

i sway

like a wilting flower

that thirsts for new life

in the hollowness of my conclusions

my lips pout at each outcome

each snap

my flair for dramatic gasps

accompanied with fluttering eyelids

fighting for full consciousness

i can feel tears glass over my eyes

as i slowly recognize that

my efforts for simplicity

cannot cover up the fact

that this life is difficult

but my drunkenness

brings out the child in me

and allows me to hold onto

my old innocence of love

so i take another

sip

after

sip