Empty bottles line the shelf
Filled with the ghosts of you
That I can't bare to part with
Empty bottles collecting dust
Filled with the words
I should've said when I had the chance
Empty bottles, like my heart
Filled with echoes
Sitting useless, always waiting
Seeing you
Is like looking through the glass
The image warped and twisted
Into what I want to see
Hearing you
Is listening to clink of the bottles
Beautiful, but always unclear
Touching you
Is like the cold smooth surface
So fragile
But never giving anything back
I promise you
that I'm not just an empty bottle.
That I can be more
That I won't break as easily
But I'm already shattered
And my pieces fill up
Yet another bottle
Just waiting for anyone to see me
Through the glass
