killing girls quickly, that’s ur kink u love the smell of it flowers placed in my infant hands
why don’t u talk to my dog i knew u were evil then sweaty rot down my back leftover from where u touched me
in the corner of my eye at my local FoodLion tracking the scent of my ovulation u follow me, i’m only a damsel spit pooling on ur lip still hungry i’ve already fed u
don’t touch me u texted me “<3” that’s when ur ***** started showing i’m pretending to b happy covering my needy mouth
i hate the way men make me feel, they want me to seem helpless, or like i’m being stalked.