This is something I posted on a poetry app. I really liked it, and a few others did too, so I thought I'd share it with you.
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I run a hand over the collection of bottles-
There are so many on the self-
Blue ones, red ones, green ones, and many different colors-
A color for each emotion
I know it's unhealthy to put these away-
Far into the darkest depths of my mind-
But I don't want to hurt the ones I love-
A single word laced with to much poison-
It could fuck everything up
I don't want them to suffer at the taste-
So if a bottle breaks-
I'll drink it down-
With a cup of my design-
And suffer for them
Here I stand-
I gaze at the vast numbers of bottles on my shelves-
I let my fingertips rest on a red bottle's side-
I put my cup right under it-
The bottle breaks-
Red liquid fills my cup
Not a single drop spills onto the floor-
I raise the cup to my lips and taste the bitter liquid-
Despite the taste I drink the vile concoction-
I almost choke on it
I lower the cup and smile-
As if I just drank sunshine-
I won't let anyone else taste these horrors-
I won't let anyone else near the bottles
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