Loneliness, is the lemony tonic,
I take, to soothe
these frazzled nerves.
They stand, on end; stripped wires
cracking, into dead space,
talking to each other, in harsh snaps
like ice cubes, drifting
in a sea, of arctic cola.
I serve it, to myself.
Sometimes, it's a sour sipper,
with slouchy bitters; floating by,
in a moody brew.
Sometimes,
it's fizzy, and poppy.
Pink and gold, and bubbly.
As fruity, as a fairy cauldron.
I daydream, sweetly
into its vibrant depths,
as I spiral away,
from the wider world.
...But, when the glass, is placed,
right in front, of me...
I find it chilled,
charmless
and bland.
It burns, in the gut
like garlic salt, in a vampiric wound.
...It smells, of wild resentment
and it tastes,
of violent tears.
I like it, just fine,
in isolation
when I can stir, and drink,
at my leisure.
But when it's gifted to me, freely?
...Even politely?
...Take it away, at once,
this was not,
what I had ordered.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 2:21 AM UTC
Loneliness, is the lemony tonic,
I take, to soothe
these frazzled nerves.
They stand, on end; stripped wires
cracking, into dead space,
talking to each other, in harsh snaps
like ice cubes, drifting
in a sea, of arctic cola.
I serve it, to myself.
Sometimes, it's a sour sipper,
with slouchy bitters; floating by,
in a moody brew.
Sometimes,
it's fizzy, and poppy.
Pink and gold, and bubbly.
As fruity, as a fairy cauldron.
I daydream, sweetly
into its vibrant depths,
as I spiral away,
from the wider world.
...But, when the glass, is placed,
right in front, of me...
I find it chilled,
charmless
and bland.
It burns, in the gut
like garlic salt, in a vampiric wound.
...It smells, of wild resentment
and it tastes,
of violent tears.
I like it, just fine,
in isolation
when I can stir, and drink,
at my leisure.
But when it's gifted to me, freely?
...Even politely?
...Take it away, at once,
this was not,
what I had ordered.
I wrote this to explore the confusion, and contradiction between willing introversion, and Borderline...ism. But, with good humor, lol.
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