The Bottle

The Bottle :: Poetry

I have a bottle.

It sits front and center wherever I go, and everything I do makes the bottle a little emptier.
People say, put it away, you control it.
I don't control the goddamn bottle, the bottle controls me.
Sometimes the bottle starts to crack.
I try to fix it, give it some time to heal, but they say "it's your fault, deal with it."
Yesterday my bottle broke.
All the liquid poured out except for a little bit.
"It's your fault; you could've controlled it."
I don't control the fucking bottle.
It's not my fault it broke.
It's everybody's fault but mine.
I never break the bottle, everybody else just shoves it around.
When they left, I put my bottle so it could fix.

I got a new bottle while I was sleeping.