I want to be a bottle.
And I want to be the liquid.
I want to be the bottle in your hands
because then you'd fill yourself with all of me.
I want to be broken.
And I want the shards to cut your hands.
I want to be the one who makes you cry
because then I'd know that I made you feel.
What happens when I become a bottle?
I begin to understand that I can't fill you.
And I begin to understand that I can't make you feel.
God, please don't let me be a bottle.