possession is nine tenths of the law (one tenth is touching myself on my empty bed)

you're too lazy to fuck me properly-
wish you'd get your hands around my neck, pull my hair, bitch slap me, throw me around
rough me up

honestly, i have to do all the work around here, choking myself on your dick
but sometimes hard working pays off:
eating her ass while i ram her cunt, what a vision, those niveous mounds of venus

i could stay like this for hours
aren't you glad i'm such a little slut?

wild eyes wild lies

when you're not home
i dance around naked
cigarettes and cheap beer

my life is a boring indie movie
flowers in silly jars

i'm in love with my dildo,
it's not a metaphor
i'm not that deep
yet

none of my poetry is poet-y
this last year
it transpires
i'm not inspired

sorry

don't trust me

martinis, cocaine and i used to be cool
eating pussy in clubs' bathrooms,
getting slapped for fucking others' boyfriends
drinking hallucinogens from strangers' cups
wandering wild on the highway


i want the high way again


08', what a time to be alive
katy perry was kissing girls, so was i
drunk greedy needy me
that was my favourite thing to be
15, and i used to be cool