9:14 pm
there are times,
where i feel confident. happy. good.
then the clock ticks.
and it goes away.
and i want to cry - but i can't.
i've become n u m b .
and somehow i know it's worse. i'm like a
bottle of water, that wants to be opened and
poured out like my tears,
but they. won't. come.
they are stuck, and cannot be let out.
so there i sit.
numb.
wanting to cry.
but my bottle is closed,
and closed tight. and i
somehow know that's worse
than being opened.
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intoxicated // poetry || 01
Poetry[ book 01 - completed ] emotions are not meant to be bottled up, and i knew at the second your breath intoxicated my lungs, that emotions were meant to be wild, spread out, and if you can survive the journey, it'll be one hell of a story. ███████...
