living here would fix me
Big, bad, naughty rock star,
Your claws are shinin' bright in the dark
Liftin' up my little red skirt
I know you’ll leave me here in the dirt
he wants the ballerina in the music box
to spin around for him
and flutter her eyelashes
not the dancer in his bed
prêt à ramper dans ses bras
What will life look like 2 years from now?
Can I hear the train whistle between the brush of trees?
The howling of coyotes and roars of mountain lions,
Maybe I’ll be cruising down the golden coast.
I’m hungry for it.
Dry toast and black coffee from a waitress named Diane
It’s not just surviving anymore
I’ll feel at home once the ocean breeze hits my face,
Once it takes my hair between its salty grasp.
I’ll feel whole
Unrecognizable
Unknown.
On my own
No one to please
Just me and a couple sand fleas.
There are roses in between my thighs
And fire that surrounds you˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆༉‧₊˚.
smells like vanilla, tastes like cotton candy
Lick the wound till it’s raw.