Pure

Me and your alcoholism
Don’t seem to mix
Like candlelit bricks
Versace heels
Split in half
Men’s perfume on my sweater
I find myself pure
And I’m not interested in your thoughts

For right now
It’s pure bliss
The carnations grow in the right directions
And I have my hair in a ponytail
You tell me my blush looks nice and pink
Saturated like the sun
Less than heavy like the eclipse we saw last week

Okay pretty girl, you soothe me
In ways that I find a bit refined
And partially reduced in such a way
But I’ll take it
If it comes from you
I’ll take it

Like a silver moon
Like morning dew


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