saw an old water bottle and I was locked in poetry mode so I thought of this banger water bottle, I threw you down the stairs I drank from you then left you in my car for two months how do you even put up with me I see cracks in your cold plastic, tears in your worn label, fading ink but you sit still in my lap on the subway train then you fall over even though I didn't move I wonder why you did that, with no reason at all I love you, water bottle even if I don't say it because I know you won't reply.
i love water. especially when its in a bottle
