no amount of painted
lips       and     dusted
cheeks will make  him
    fall     for      you

i guess to you, I'm just some girl you try on for size when you feel like having a taste of something different

i want you
so badly
deep
deep
between my legs

you never let anyone in,
and i want to be the first

i had the chance to
sell  my    soul  and

when  they    asked
me  what   i wanted
         in     return

all  i  said  was  you

I shouldn't try to twist my jagged edges down into smooth bumps. There's no use trying to pretend I've never tried to jump.

I'm sorry your soul calls to mine like the wind through the trees, gently whistling my name as you pass by

I wonder sometimes what
you think of me

if i'm crazy or beautiful
is it one or the other?

"poor little rich girl,
with her pretty face,
her well-off parents,
her mental illness,
and all the *****, drugs and hair dye she wants.

you'll
be
fine"

the lump in my throat grew,
pulsating,
larger,
and larger,
i feared i would choke to death
on the internalisation
of my own emotions.

I want to reach inside you

I want to

touch the

darkest parts of your soul

never dull yourself so that someone will blindly fall for you. you're iridescent and anything less just isn't you.