I'd make a deal with the devil, for beauty. I'm not overwhelming. I'm not breath taking. and that tears me apart. take my breath. I'd cry for nothing but myself. I mourn the freedom of my childlike confidence. but ever since I was a girl, I've been fucking with my eyes. I've been twirling my hair.
I'll bat my eyelashes and move ever so slow, liquid air. watch my body move. I'm screaming want me, want me, want me. do you dream about my presence? are you remembering my lips, recalling my thighs? drink in my skin, breathe through my veins. do I make you fantasise, do I make you care. I want you to want me. I'll grow out my hair till it touches my waist, skip breakfast and lunch. I'll stain my lips, pinch my cheeks. I'll go to sleep extra early for you. I'll lather my skin, breathe into the frigid mornings, bright eyes, young face. I'll do whatever it takes for you to give in.
jolie memphis
By juniemonroewhoareyou
Suzanne led me over to the gap, that pale opaque liquid seeping into my skin-honey, I realised. she leaned i... More