I’m twisted
A bad woman
Can I be honest?
I’m a maneater, heart consumer
I make men beg please
I get them to experience love again
I love the power
I’ll surrender to a man who can contain it
I’m twisted
When earth and concrete meet
My lover carries me in the street
Wide feet
He grips the edges
Pledges allegiance to my body
I told him we don’t have anything in common.
I’ve been staying up late. Running at 1am.
I feel like a child. Sensitive. Numb. I spent a lot of time in bed. Life is beautiful and meaningless. I’m grateful for beauty. Sometimes it seems that’s all there is. Pleasure. Satisfaction. That’s what everyone says to chase. I don’t want to chase. I want my days to drag. I want to do nothing.
Be no one nowhere.
Leave you loved.
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