as i trace the outline of your guns n' roses tattoo with my finger, i think of how you'll wear cowboy boots to bed and braid my hair like a gypsy girl who sings jeff buckley tunes in her sleep ( Read more... )

i'm so fucking empty here without you.

you smoke when you really feel like crying. i smoke and smoke tracing my fingers over my lost skin only to feel the bones of my skeleton under my flesh. bones of the shoulders. bones of the rib cage. bones of the hips. and then i fall asleep with a cigarette in hand collecting dreams of faeries dancing around the house with their rib cages showing ( Read more... )

the flesh of her lips taste like the water on a flower petal. fre sh, deli cat and em pt y. her hair reminds me of thick black yarn, that if i could, i would make a warm scarf out of - to keep her veiny throat warm and protected from all the thirsty vampires who wanted a taste. she buried all my faerie fantasies with her when she drowned in the ( Read more... )

how much would it kill you to know that her licorice hair is dangling over someone else's face. her perfect lush lips are sucking on someone else's tits. her chanel skin is bitten by someone else's teeth. her pretty little cunt is being violated by someone else's dirty sex. silky legs entangled with another. fingernails running along veiny wrists ( Read more... )

lipstick-tipped cigarette butts are filling up the ashtray. the room is consumed with round mirrors, dried wildflowers, lace and photos of old movie stars that died in strange ways. it smells of smoke and opium incense - smells that have seeped into the lace and satin, the leather jackets and lingerie during the hot sex nights. the lamplight is ( Read more... )

i lost my cigreattes tinguht. but i foyund something so much more.

my tears were for me but they were also for him. they were to wash away the thing that had frightened him so long ago. the thing that hurt him so deeply. the wound inside his thigh. tears poured out of me like a mermaid who absorbed too much sea into herself and he drank them down his throat. he drank them in gulps into himself, swallowing my ( Read more... )

the soaring aroma of chanel perfume and cigarettes fuse above my head in a circle. it’s the only scent i find profusely soothing right now ( Read more... )

in all the time we made music together i have never heard my own little scratchy voice without the rest of the band. i realize i am not a little girl anymore. i can go out into the world and sing by myself ( Read more... )