Broken

Like the broken bottle that I am. Split and spinning tossed to the side. Until I can release you.

 I feel like a broken bottle
being tossed in a parking lot
by a forceful wind.
 
Broken open
I feel torn apart.
Split down the middle.
Wishing death could come
to relieve this pressure and pain
this state I’m in.
 
How can you miss someone
that you didn’t even have?
Holding them close.
In some imaginary spell
with your imaginary arms
naked and alone and still?
 
I hold you there.
When I close my eyes sometimes
until I am sore.
Until it aches.
Then the tears fall
and I break.
 
Like the broken bottle that I am.
Split and spinning
tossed to the side.
Until I can release you.
The feelings are felt
and then denied.
I heave and shake
I collapse finally
sleeping
yet my spirit is
alive
and awake.