you're a haze of ninety-nine cents dreams,
naivety bottled in your distressed jeans
and your lolita-inspired bambi teardrop eyes;
and i'm the devil behind why you've cried
your mouth chokes with fury and rage
'so why are you still here?' i ask again
but secretly, i know you and your obsession
-the glory tales of getting heartbroken
you know i'm pure poison flowing in your veins,
a disaster functioning on self-hatred and novacane,
but you're wild violet and champagne in a sweet kiss,
desperate to be inundated into my abyss.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 4:49 AM UTC
you're a haze of ninety-nine cents dreams,
naivety bottled in your distressed jeans
and your lolita-inspired bambi teardrop eyes;
and i'm the devil behind why you've cried
your mouth chokes with fury and rage
'so why are you still here?' i ask again
but secretly, i know you and your obsession
-the glory tales of getting heartbroken
you know i'm pure poison flowing in your veins,
a disaster functioning on self-hatred and novacane,
but you're wild violet and champagne in a sweet kiss,
desperate to be inundated into my abyss.
idk what is this
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