my poem:
She wears his coat
As if it’s her skin
Tears his heart
And wears it like a necklace
He’s Her’s
And she’s his territory
If skin’s just leather
“I want you to own me”, she whispers with her legs on his tatted shoulders
Used goods, vintage history
“Polish me til I bust like a chimney baby”
She loves the scent of abandoned boys in her hair
Jealous of the side chicks that call him daddy
She’s f-uking the boss and that makes them angry
Burnt but-ts in her pockets
An open condom doesn’t use itself
Everybody needs a bad mommy
If you’re too shy
She’ll take control
Keep your eyes on the road
“I’m not an amateur”
“I’m the best b-tch in town,” she smirks as she bites his cheek
Ditch the roses, they’re for the pretty ones
She only want the thorns
Pain is her pleasure
Sin is her favorite bedtime story
She’s a living fantasy
The only thing missing is her him
A bad boy with scruffed up shoes to match her tortured soul
Look at him stepping out of his beat up corvette, light me up a marlboro too
Don’t remember her name
“It’ll be easier to forget me this way,” she pleads
Her Imperial Affliction
Bruised knees, Ripped black lace
Left with a smile you can’t shake away
Her cigarettes can only distort her thoughts for so long
Some highs only come in the form of a man
“Let me do the praying
I’m told I’m pretty
When I’m on my knees
Begging for mercy
Pleasing comes natural to me
Bliss is so cheap
Cheaper than me,” she repeats like a prayer for solidarity… #darkpoetry, #darkpoem, #darkgirl
