I pour myself into
your glass each night,
a toxic taste, I beg
for you to choke on.
You drain our bottle
dry, drinking desert
laps but still thirsting
for Pacific oceans.
Delving into firework
taste-buds, savouring
how we spill so easily in
nights drunken palms.
Telling me I'm cheap
stuff, liquid eyes that
keep you sober, but are
still a tempting sip.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
I pour myself into
your glass each night,
a toxic taste, I beg
for you to choke on.
You drain our bottle
dry, drinking desert
laps but still thirsting
for Pacific oceans.
Delving into firework
taste-buds, savouring
how we spill so easily in
nights drunken palms.
Telling me I'm cheap
stuff, liquid eyes that
keep you sober, but are
still a tempting sip.
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