i'm throwing in the towel on this one
Lush
Your bottle beckons, begs my lips to sip
such sweetly choking poison things; I love
to let you watch me stumble, drunk on you.
Your vapors make me high, like second grade-
the Sassy Marker Sniffer. Purple lied;
it didn’t really smell like grapes at all.
To me, it feels like Paris: foreign tongue
and muddled lights. I love our red-light lust
and how I know you’ll never love me, too.
Your label sticks like skin to bone. I shred
and coax. My fingers bleed beneath their nails,
but you just laugh and put me on the rocks.
Your bottle beckons, begs my lips to sip
such sweetly choking poison things; I love
to let you watch me stumble, drunk on you.
Your vapors make me high, like second grade-
the Sassy Marker Sniffer. Purple lied;
it didn’t really smell like grapes at all.
To me, it feels like Paris: foreign tongue
and muddled lights. I love our red-light lust
and how I know you’ll never love me, too.
Your label sticks like skin to bone. I shred
and coax. My fingers bleed beneath their nails,
but you just laugh and put me on the rocks.