Bottled Up

I wrote Poem 24 for Ivey. She was in a dark place and Nick was the only one I ever wrote for. I don't have it anymore. I only had one copy

When I wrote this, I thought it was gonna be the last time I ever saw him...I moved away in May and it was the last day of school. I needed to write. To cope.

For the record, the original version of this poem was shaped like a bottle. I can't guaruntee I'm capable of doing that via keyboard...




                                                                                 So
                                                                                many
                                                                            things that
                                                                          needed to be
                                                                         said. So many
                                                                           things that I
                                                                         hide. So many
                                                                         feelings that I
                                                                      need to let go, but
                                                                     they stay bottled up
                                                                 inside. You were always
                                                                     the only one for me.
                                                                     The only one who'll
                                                                   ever be. Don't pretend
                                                                 that you don't care. Don't
                                                               just walk away. Don't make
                                                             me force this smile and pretend
                                                           to be okay. You know the one who
                                                          I need back. You know that side of you
                                                           The one who was always there when
                                                               it was just us two. But now you
                                                                keep him bottled up afraid to
                                                               let him go. I know these things
                                                                        keep inside that no
                                                                      one  else  can  know





So, maybe the bottle got ghetto stomped a few times....