it's not true.
i refuse to believe it.
pop
the cork tumbles into my lap.
i pour a shaking stream of
the sparkling liquid into the flute,
unsteady in my fingertips.
frizz
it's taste is harsh and bitter on my tongue.
this is the side of me
that no one will ever see.
this is the side of me
no one can ever see.
it's all a lie.
another drink.
just keep drinking, rebekah
just keep drinking and it will all disappear.
i know it will work,
it always does.
but why can i not stop
anything?
i can't stop
the racing of my heart,
the fact that he's gone,
the terror in my veins,
the bitterness inside me.
i can't stop
the things they say about me,
the corroded parts of myself,
the locked windows,
the veils over me.
ican'tstopanythingatallitwillallkeephappeningandicandonothingtostopit
i. am. helpless.
i don't think i'll ever be free from this.
another drink.
it
will
all
disappear.
i know it will.
it has to.
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𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞,, poetry
Poetry──── ⋆⋅ ❝ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 ❞⋅⋆ ── just some simple, kinda crappy little thoughts, poems and songs i wrote while listening to folklore one afternoon<3 track titles by t...
