Trying to break a habit;
I've been searching for happiness at the bottom of wine bottles.
I'd drink the whole thing and swear it'll pour out in the last drop.
Maybe it keeps sticking to the glass or its seeping out through my fingertips.
Red stained lips
And wine like blood warms my veins
constricting, pulling heart strings
Fill up my rosy cheeks
Before I drink the last shot.
Gripping glass with paper cut sized gaps.
I didn't find happiness at the bottom of glass bottles.
But when I find it
I can bottle it up.
So maybe you and I can share something we used to find in each other.
But for now
We can just pass the bottle.