Bottle breaks
madeline roesler
Does it make you feel sweet?
Does it make you feel tall?
Left, right, forward.
I turn spinning down the stairs in a blur,
and I laugh because you want me to
your eyes worry and you
You turn my head
And said ignore their stares
pull me in but Take care,
Don’t touch too softly,
For softly falls within my electric fence
But truly,
I only wish for you in moments
when I need interruption
you said I don’t need a direction,
Aimlessness has its own kind of beauty
but was I ever lost?
we both know it won’t last, we know it won’t work in the end,
but something about the way your eyes meet mine begs me to stay.
Sometimes in deep conversation we prance around what we really mean.
Sometimes I yell,
scream for you to bring me back to life.
What life? What life do you want from me?
Oh, I’m sorry, you only want my company.
But if you hold tight than maybe I’ll stay here too.
don’t be so dramatic, don’t let it go to your head
or more importantly your heart.
Having a conversation with myself is the quickest way to get hurt.
I think emotional is an understatement my friend.
I wish it was emotion I felt.
It’s more of an illness,
a disgusting feeling in the bottom of my stomach,
a realization while you tip back the bottle
that there’s nothing left in the bottom.
Too bad we drank the last drop sweetie,
we used it all up.
I wish I could tell you to stay. And when I do
something tells me this time might be the last.
And tomorrow the bottle breaks
and we don’t have anything left in us to give,
and that’s when we shut it off and shut ourselves in.
Maybe tomorrow you will wake up and realize it wasn’t me after all.
Falling into your arms was an act of weakness,
but I can show you strength just the same.
If your eyes burn when I rip the band-aid,
I can't say I’ll be sorry when I turn away.
Does it make you feel tall?
Left, right, forward.
I turn spinning down the stairs in a blur,
and I laugh because you want me to
your eyes worry and you
You turn my head
And said ignore their stares
pull me in but Take care,
Don’t touch too softly,
For softly falls within my electric fence
But truly,
I only wish for you in moments
when I need interruption
you said I don’t need a direction,
Aimlessness has its own kind of beauty
but was I ever lost?
we both know it won’t last, we know it won’t work in the end,
but something about the way your eyes meet mine begs me to stay.
Sometimes in deep conversation we prance around what we really mean.
Sometimes I yell,
scream for you to bring me back to life.
What life? What life do you want from me?
Oh, I’m sorry, you only want my company.
But if you hold tight than maybe I’ll stay here too.
don’t be so dramatic, don’t let it go to your head
or more importantly your heart.
Having a conversation with myself is the quickest way to get hurt.
I think emotional is an understatement my friend.
I wish it was emotion I felt.
It’s more of an illness,
a disgusting feeling in the bottom of my stomach,
a realization while you tip back the bottle
that there’s nothing left in the bottom.
Too bad we drank the last drop sweetie,
we used it all up.
I wish I could tell you to stay. And when I do
something tells me this time might be the last.
And tomorrow the bottle breaks
and we don’t have anything left in us to give,
and that’s when we shut it off and shut ourselves in.
Maybe tomorrow you will wake up and realize it wasn’t me after all.
Falling into your arms was an act of weakness,
but I can show you strength just the same.
If your eyes burn when I rip the band-aid,
I can't say I’ll be sorry when I turn away.
