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Bottled
If love was contained in a bottle, I’d have shards of imploded glass scattered in every corner of the world
Each piece glimmering that gains perspective through each unique broken part..
Broken because the love didn’t all fit.. some parts too big
Some parts too jagged, some parts too small that just trickled in between other pieces trying to fit in
How many bottles have shattered thus far? Way too many to count, I suppose
Like decorative pieces in a beautifully thought out home, articulated in different rooms to accent a certain vibe
It’s like the feng shui of the mind..these bottles.
The mind trying to make sense of each of the bottles, the heart constantly depositing obscure pieces of love to fill in empty voids left unfulfilled by its predecessor
They all explode at the end
And will ultimately continue to do so until I can manage to fill one up with pieces that fit
I’ve always wanted to collect bottles filled with love
They seemed to serve a purpose that filled that empty void in an overly crowded mind and an even more restless heart
Until you.
The perfect bottle of the smoothest elixir
The one hitter quitter of the best tasting, slow but easy burn that I feel in the deepest parts of my chest
Shot after shot that provides life but eases at the same time to allow the perfect slumber at night that’s been running away from me for years
A sense of belonging and peace
The final and only bottle that will sit in the center of it all
Perfectly contained without having to be restrained with a top
Perfect to be displayed in every room with no conflict with the rest of it’s surroundings in any setting
The bottle that won’t explode in a million shattered pieces
The one that remains uncorked because it doesn’t need to be contained as I will forever long to keep filling it
Fill it willingly because it’s bottomless
Bottomless to any piece of love I decide to contribute, no matter the size or shape
It’s effortless and forgiving
My bottle of sunshine when the eclipse of life decides to never wane..[font=Times New Roman][/font]
Each piece glimmering that gains perspective through each unique broken part..
Broken because the love didn’t all fit.. some parts too big
Some parts too jagged, some parts too small that just trickled in between other pieces trying to fit in
How many bottles have shattered thus far? Way too many to count, I suppose
Like decorative pieces in a beautifully thought out home, articulated in different rooms to accent a certain vibe
It’s like the feng shui of the mind..these bottles.
The mind trying to make sense of each of the bottles, the heart constantly depositing obscure pieces of love to fill in empty voids left unfulfilled by its predecessor
They all explode at the end
And will ultimately continue to do so until I can manage to fill one up with pieces that fit
I’ve always wanted to collect bottles filled with love
They seemed to serve a purpose that filled that empty void in an overly crowded mind and an even more restless heart
Until you.
The perfect bottle of the smoothest elixir
The one hitter quitter of the best tasting, slow but easy burn that I feel in the deepest parts of my chest
Shot after shot that provides life but eases at the same time to allow the perfect slumber at night that’s been running away from me for years
A sense of belonging and peace
The final and only bottle that will sit in the center of it all
Perfectly contained without having to be restrained with a top
Perfect to be displayed in every room with no conflict with the rest of it’s surroundings in any setting
The bottle that won’t explode in a million shattered pieces
The one that remains uncorked because it doesn’t need to be contained as I will forever long to keep filling it
Fill it willingly because it’s bottomless
Bottomless to any piece of love I decide to contribute, no matter the size or shape
It’s effortless and forgiving
My bottle of sunshine when the eclipse of life decides to never wane..[font=Times New Roman][/font]
Published 26th Sep 2017
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26th Sep 2017 7:59pm
Written with a very thoughtful depth and feeling.......I can relate to this. Brilliantly written 🙂
