people tell me not to bottle it up
but I find it quite enjoyable
I like to take the puddles of pain
cap them down
and tie strings to the lips of each colored glass capsules
I want to tie them to each branch of memory
and I want to tell you why
why I want to keep them
Bottles are beautiful in the light
the glistening colors
the shining pools of light
One day i will find that sunlight
I will dig it from underneath my skin and bones
and maybe one day I'll see the beauty
because like they all say
beauty is pain
