wanderingpoet

[latelierderiot]

I promised Tony and here he is!!

Since Natasha was such a success, I’m using the original numbers of the challenge this time, I hope I’m not being too optimistic!

Enjoy!

[writingmyselbacktogether]

Spider and the alcoholic (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/ol2HG36s03 A recovering alcoholic just can't quit consuming the poisonous liquid, no matter who tells him to stop. He won't stop the self destructive behavior. It was his way to cope after the snap. However, even after his loved ones come back to him he still can't stop drinking. The liquid has taken a hold of him and won't let go. A young man who has had the last five years of his life taken away from him comes back to an alcoholic instead of the man he fell in love with. What will he do when he realizes he can't make him stop, when that man hurts him, what will happen to their relationship?

[writingmyselbacktogether]

Fanta - Poem

Drinking a Fanta, wishing it was whiskey Giving into depression but thats on the low-key. All mom trying to do. is “protect me.” But I don’t need protection, and thats on daddy. Sipping on this fanta, trying to make it whiskey Adding my tears in just to comfort me. And I’m high as fuck on this dopamine  Cause I haven’t gotten no sleep. Sipping on a fanta, turn it into whiskey I can taste my own tears, so damn salty. All these thoughts, they’re sweet like candy but i guess I have diabetes, they’re killing me. I’m sipping on it, sipping on it. Turn this fanta to whiskey that orange into something bitter I don’t need no babysitter. Lick up that whiskey. just like a fanta taking shots of novocaine- to numb the pain so these thoughts stop swirling like a hurricane. Just want to feel something other than pain- So I’m drinking this fanta- like its whiskey, getting drunk and numb- sipping whiskey. Spilling the tea, Pour the fanta- all over me.

[writingmyselbacktogether]

I let him walk over me, because I felt safe in his arms. It was the thought of him leaving that kept me up at night, that's why I clinged to his chest.

Short poem written by me.