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[wanderlishious]

Don’t want the bottle

Don’t want the bottle to cure my ails
Don’t want to sit here and bite my nails
The bottle can fix me for now I know
What’s bottled in me won’t have time to show.

I dealt with it then, don’t want to now
But your words brought everything back somehow
How ruthless and cold was ever the touch
Of someone you love, hurting so much

Can’t fight this again, I’m bound to loose
I have to recoil, give you time to choose.
How stupid I was, intellectual man
I wander so blindly into no-mans land.

So now here I’m sitting, a leaky shell
Slowly drowning in my personal hell
The kisses I get never fill me with joy
But at least for the bottle, I’m not just a toy

So.. things got worse.. Realy a lot worse.. So bad I got inspired to write a poem. Yey for me...

Shit.. thats just great.