The way he feeds off of my disguised purity is ravenous
I'm vulnerable when I'm breathing in his toxic air
I can't help but keep on falling in love with his fabricated and beautifully structured sentences
I've designed a monster with my drunken breath and manipulative tears of sorrow
Someone so beautiful, so pure, I've destructed with my undying need to satiate the void within my heart
I am the monster
(P.C.)
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
The way he feeds off of my disguised purity is ravenous
I'm vulnerable when I'm breathing in his toxic air
I can't help but keep on falling in love with his fabricated and beautifully structured sentences
I've designed a monster with my drunken breath and manipulative tears of sorrow
Someone so beautiful, so pure, I've destructed with my undying need to satiate the void within my heart
I am the monster
(P.C.)
love, drunk
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