Not knowing whether to cry or vomit,
Evaluations are difficult.
Everything is so over-done and overrated,
Yet I fall victim every time.
Clumsy and naïve,
I’ve hurt my insides;
Fractured myself.
Gravity has pulled me down
When I was too weak to stand.
My body’s collapsed after
“Letting it all go”.
Momentarily that bottle’s emptiness
Brings me familiar, dangerous security.
Momentarily that weightless, white escape
Eliminates my worry.
In the end more than what I wanted to disappear,
Has been lost.
-LEI
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well darlin', i wish i could agree, but at the moment i'm grasping for identity. how do we know each other? and then i'll tell you who it is :)
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