This bottle
tastes like loneliness,
laced with salt.
This bottle
doesn't see past my bedroom.
This bottle
dances around the room with me.
This bottle
doesn't taste so lonely anymore.
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thoughts and kind-of-sort-of prose
PoesiaA compilation of "poetry" and stuff that I've written. TW: suicide, self harm, depression, assault, violence -please let me know if there are others. -thx
3am
This bottle
tastes like loneliness,
laced with salt.
This bottle
doesn't see past my bedroom.
This bottle
dances around the room with me.
This bottle
doesn't taste so lonely anymore.
