#Bottle

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stable marten
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I long for human touch
But I’ve never said so much
I like to keep it to myself
Never mind my mental health

I shrink away from people
I’ve learned to see that they are lethal
They tear others apart
And break each other’s hearts

Though I want a caress
If I allowed it, I’d transgress
The limits I’ve put in place
To be safe from my own race

Because a long time ago
I gave away my very soul
To a man in the summer
But he left me for another

He had not the decency
To return my soul to me
Instead, he threw it overboard
And pierced my heart with a sword

Now I have nothing left
All because of his cruel theft
And though I did find my soul
In it, I found a massive hole

The feelings that used to be a joy
Are now things that destroy
Bad things can look nice
But give in and it’s a vice

Then you get addicted
To the things that are wicked
Because they always drain you
But you’re too blind to see the truth

I will not fall into that trap
Instead, I glued on the cap
To the bottle of my longing
‘Cause it’s better than the marauding

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@onyx verge
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onyx verge
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I have no idea how you do it but the problems your poems address always feel fresh. Also, you really outdid yourself with the last stanza, I love it. The imagery/metaphor with the bottle fits really well, and esepcially the last two verses really tie everything together nicely. Keep it up catok

white ledgeBOT
lilac light
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I love that you compare the soul to a bottle. The soul encompasses a person's hopes, dreams and feelings. So when that man came and punctured a hole in that bottle, those feelings come flooding out like water. Now you're left a mess because you've got maybe half a bottle of "water" left. At this point you think might as well empty the rest out to spare yourself the pain of losing more unexpectedly. You start taking substances that help numb you while you "drain" as much water left as you can. You glue the cap on so that this is the only way you can lose more. No man will ever shake you up or turn your life upside down again. What's sad however, is that perhaps another person could come along and help mend that hole and share some of their "water" so as to fill your bottle up some. This really shows the conundrum that is anxiety etc . You think you're doing yourself a favor but you just might be preventing yourself from finding the best thing/person of your life.

stable marten