You come home late, reeking of a drink you said you wouldn't have.
I felt the words bubbling up my throat.
And just like how you gulped the poison down, I swallowed my shouts.
You came home late, two nights in a row.
I felt the words hitched in my throat.
And just like how you consumed the poison, I stifled my sobs.
You came home late, unleashing a beast you said you'd caged.
I felt the words crawling up my throat.
And just like how you opened the vial of poison, I unscrewed the cork and let the words pour out.
~Via
Drunk words are just sober thoughts.
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Magnolia
Poetry❝When you're in a dark place, you tend to think that you've been buried. Perhaps you've been planted. Bloom.❞
