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Bottling it Up
Tiny glass bottles
Filled with various
Liquids line a shelf.
Stuffed to the brim
One always manages
To fit more into them
Than should be possible.
Some have hairline
Cracks creaking across
Them from the pressure
Put upon them by
Their contents.
Others simply leak
All over the place,
Coating everything,
Impossibly finding every
Crevice and crease
In the cupboard.
Everyone has a cabinet
Like this one,
Even if they never truly
Acknowledge it.
Some people have more shelves,
Others have more bottles.
Some have them carefully organized
And categorized,
Others throw them in chaotically,
Haphazardly casual.
Sometimes I like to open my
Tiny, delicate bottles
Just to see what's inside.
I usually end up regretting it.
Keep an emotion bottled up
For long enough
And it becomes explosive.
I bottled my love. For years
I bottled my love. For years I kept it from the world.
And I became an angry young man who others
Thought had already accepted old age. That I'd
Die alone never feeling the touch of a woman.
On this went and my heart forgot how to beat and
I grew to have more in common with the dead then
The living. I let the darkness swallow me and all feeling
Left me. I knew not of happiness, sorrow, or even
Anger anymore. I accepted this and thought no more
On it. Then she came into my view and this girl
Made this statue laugh and veins long dry began to
Flow with life again. She caressed my face and I felt
Something move in my chest as she uncorked my
Bottle now my love won't stop overflowing.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Contents of Bottles
I have a garage full of canned food jars full of emotions that explode when least expected. My car does not backfire (or wouldn't if I had one) so it must be the jars and their emotional preserves. Nice one - you pen well ~A~
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Oh goodness.
A garage full? oh goodness. I also love the idea of emotional preserves! I think love would taste like strawberry jam, speaking of it. And thank you!