my favourite
part about being drunk is when
I hold the end of a cigarette by the flame
it doesn’t burn my fingers
I am invincible
I love when I’m drunk
and you weave your fingertips through
the holes in my tights
close but not enough
if I’m drunk enough I’ll let you
walk me back to your apartment in Bushwick
the hallways looking
like The Overlook Hotel
while you push me onto your bed and tell me
all you want to do is lay naked next to me
next thing you know I am your outlet
I am a thousand resonating nos
mine is every body you’ve ever wanted
covered with glass
and you wind my hair around your palm
and I am drunk
off the New York skyline
off the back of an Audi
off a taco truck in a bar
that I submit
and I beg you
to fill all my holes
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
my favourite
part about being drunk is when
I hold the end of a cigarette by the flame
it doesn’t burn my fingers
I am invincible
I love when I’m drunk
and you weave your fingertips through
the holes in my tights
close but not enough
if I’m drunk enough I’ll let you
walk me back to your apartment in Bushwick
the hallways looking
like The Overlook Hotel
while you push me onto your bed and tell me
all you want to do is lay naked next to me
next thing you know I am your outlet
I am a thousand resonating nos
mine is every body you’ve ever wanted
covered with glass
and you wind my hair around your palm
and I am drunk
off the New York skyline
off the back of an Audi
off a taco truck in a bar
that I submit
and I beg you
to fill all my holes
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