A whole bottle of wine
More drinks to follow
Still don’t know how to feel
The bottle is empty and so am I
Eventually someone will be as obsessed with me
As much as I am obsessed with my own insecurities
Music plays on the stereo
And here I sit
Hoping for silence
Hoping for acceptance
Hoping for a newfound spark of love and appreciation
The empty bottles help
But only in the sense of feeling alone
Because they are here and you are not
They’ve never let me down
But you have
Between the Lens 