broken bottles

happiness is not
at the bottom of a bottle
I don't know why
you continue to search there


who told you
to look here
and why did you
believe them?


happiness is not
purging your sorrows
in a bathtub
on New Year's Eve
while your friend
purges hers
in the toilet


sadness is when
I open the bottle
after I've told you
many times
that I hate the taste


sadness is when
my blurry eyes
still see the darkness
that you told me shots
would light away


sadness is when
I am smiling
I am content
with myself
and I look to you
and you
have opened a bottle
just for yourself

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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