Im a broken soul
Laughing and twirling
Under the stars
Of the bleeding Heavens

I'm living an angel's hell

The number of times I have told myself
“Can’t get drunk on a Monday”
Is astonishingly sad.

Devilish boy,
Breathe me in
And I'll lick your knife.

One night, I ****** a bomb.
A self destructive bomb.

He left me at 6am,
Opened my window,
And blew me a kiss.

Naked and alone,
I prayed to the heavens,
I prayed that he never came back,
Prayed and wished he forgot my name.

But how can a self destructive bomb ever forget a tsunami ready to destroy?

So one night at 2am,
Once again,
He lost himself between my legs.

And we searched for something to tie us to the world.
We searched in each other,
We searched between the sheets.
We even searched in the stars, when he took me for a dance at 4am.

5 am, he was gone.
A kiss on the forehead and no goodbye.

I got down on both knees and prayed that whatever I’d found would leave.

Two nights later,
A bottle of ***** in hand,
He knocked.

My heart leaped
And my hands opened the window.

That night, we drank.
Sip after sip,
Until our mouths crashed
And our hearts bled.

His hands were as hungry as my eyes.
We roamed around,
Crashed at different time points
And messed up my bed.

3am, in his arms,
I still couldn’t sleep.

I wrapped myself in a blanket,
Kissed him as he slept,
And I left.

I walked around on my street,
Naked and alone for the world to see.

When I got to the end of my street where cars pass down even at 3am,
I layed down, looked up at the sky
And cried my pains to the stars.

And then everything ceases
And it’s silent
And my ears bleed
And my soul dies
Because the voices scream
Louder than the sky whispering
The date I sold my soul
To the Devil

What if we had a tongue war?

glass broke in my hand.
blood spilled,
wetting the black lace bra i bought in Venice
to remind me of the life i lost staring out the window

nights like these,
i float through reality
turning off the sounds and sights
just me and the wind, silently living

my black bra is soaked through
i have to throw it in the wash
there’s nothing else i want to wear
so tonight, my neighbours saw my *******.

Un jour, ton corp s’éteindra.
Mais ton âme, à jamais emprisonné dans mon coeur,
Sera comme une étoile,
Aussi brillante que la nuit sans nuages.

There's something so majestic
About holding a knife in the dead of the night

I built a garden
Out of my own hands.
Planted seeds,
Watched them grow.
And when they bloomed,
I hacked them down.
Because they were prettier
Than you.