my poem:

Pay to play, dirty business and gin for breakfast

I’m only brought to my knees for a penny

Make him my savior

And hold onto his words, as if they mean anything

Enough for blood

Pretty enough for touch

Bent over backwards and offer him trust

After every thrust he loves me more…

I bite my tongue til he erupts

If life’s not worth living

At least I’ll die spinning… #alternative, #lanadelrey, #1950s