Bottle It

I wish I could bottle this feeling
Drink it when i fell from my senses
Meet you for lunch to catch up
Spike your punch
I once said I wouldn't wish this misery on my enemy
But you're better than that
Which is why it hurts when you fell from that
Whatever it is that love's euphoria had me engrossed in
What took me to a point so high
Dropped me from free fall
It feels like you'll lose your lunch
But you haven't eaten in days
And that's it right there
That sick feeling
Right in the pit
Amazing how the emotional manifests
Now its physical and I'm a mess.
Oh how I wish I could bottle this.
I'd sell it to those who have thoughts of going back.
Returning to the scene of your own crime
Fighting the urges you felt right before you fell.
Those thoughts like beautiful torture.
Dancing in your head
That same place you feel your pit churning
To suppress the yearning you hate yourself for feeling
I'd sell it for a little less then your dignity
So you could have it back.