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Pamela Christie Jul 2014
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
660 · Jun 2014
Devilishly Sweet
Pamela Christie Jun 2014
Alcohol and poetry never tasted so good
I lick my lips and taste what you've left for me to beg for more
This music makes me want to dance in circles with you, the wind gently skidding across the nape of my neck
I want to ravish myself in your sweetness
And right now, I'm drunk, waiting for you to come home -

My God, I'm going to beg you for more

(P.C.)
547 · Jun 2014
Highly Intoxicated
Pamela Christie Jun 2014
It took me losing myself in the best way to find you
That first drag, after years of "quitting" - I can still recollect the taste
And the lingering smell of ***** kept snug on my clothing
When you pursed your lips and told me it was bad for my heart I couldn't help but grimace
You are just as bad

(P.C.)
496 · Jun 2014
You rhyme with 'itch'
Pamela Christie Jun 2014
You're like a mosquito bite, pestering me with an agonizing itch

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