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