Bottles

I'm emptier now,
since you've poured me out.
Poured my hope
down along your throat.
You come to me
to put out your thirst.
Never consider what I might be worth.
My neck doesn't bleed
Just for you to feed,
I don't fix my hair
just for your eyes to stare,
I have others in my life
That will not drink me,
Won't consume me.
I'm too good a wine
to go to waste.
But when you come to me,
you aint in it for the taste.
So enjoy me while I last,
enjoy me with haste.