open up first sip burning its relaxing i look out into the dark night, it's cold how did I get to this point again? no, I don't care, i just take a loooong sip, sip, sip, i like getting warmer it's not as lonely. i recently read that drink ing tea is a cure for loneliness because it imitates human warmth, even though just sip, siiip, for temporary time is'nt that just pathetic? swallow, burn, warmth, rinse siipp and repeat. cold air freezes, freesses frees me! the bottle is my best friend and sihps, now even my best friend is hollow wat a shaym, sh amme, shame
don't mistake love for **** he may pry your legs open and kiss inbetween them in a way that makes you feel like you're touching heaven but if he doesn't talk to your little brother like he's his own or hug your mom so tight it's as if he's saying "thank you for her" if he only calls you after midnight when the liquor running through his bloodstream makes his body ache he is only looking for someone to meet him at the bottom of a bottle and not someone to trace circles on his hands underneath his parents dining room table he will keep his thoughts in like smoke he can't exhale and you will drive yourself mad trying to pry them out of the same lips you thought would heal you because the truth is no man can love you who doesn't love himself
You said, “I’ll go find another love, I’ll go fill the emptiness. I’ll find something better than you. I’ve been putting my faith in the wrong person, trusting too easily, falling too hard.”
You will not find another love, you will not fill the emptiness. It will follow you. You will fill your body with toxins. And you will not find something better than me, and you will roam from bottle to bottle, drowning in your sorrow. I will always come back to you. Don’t look elsewhere - There is no trust in you, there is no faith. As you have wasted your life here, With those bottles, so you have ruined mine.
It's a small bottle with a cap. It smells like cinnamon And it's made of glass. I filled it with as many languages as I know And sealed the cap with wax And I filled the little bottle with all of the things Middle school me needed to hear.
I hope she finds it. I know she won't. She looked at stars but could not Reach them. She watched the scalloped water, she would not Touch it. She always saw the empty in the ocean, She never saw the future I put there.
I put a message in a bottle and sent it into space. I filled it with hope for someone I've never met, The people I have always been. As I watched it wash away, I knew I needed it back. I am not done needing it.
I told them all eres suficiente, you are enough, I never got to know if I was.
Absorbing the pain letting nothing spill. I feel the alluring darkness enwrapping me with its wings. Overriding my words by the whispers in my head; making me push people away to keep them at bay. I guess this is how darkness wins by telling you to keep it all to yourself.
To forget or not to forget. I shall drink my last cup of my dreams of you. As I stare morosely at these bottles around me. Each broken bottle is a story, of me, of us. I feel the sorness in my throat and its burning slowly. I feel old. Shall I forget these years? I can’t believe these years has been mirage
nobody knew how much she’d broken her own heart. it was cracked to ******* and so much pain she couldn’t bear her smooth skin painted in tears salty like the sea and cold, and unforgiving like dismal melancholia she walks across the room tiptoeing like she’s treading on new snow amanda reaches for the bottle and drowns in a saintship made of modern renaissance