The Girl With Daddy Issues.

Yes, I'm that girl...

I fall in love easily,
I fall into bed easily,
between layers of needing to be needed
and a bottomless appetite for hands across my flesh.
Bruises make it that more much worth the while,
because hours later the marks will still be there to remind me
of just how badly you never wanted to let me go.

I'm embracing on something so unrealistic
yet vital to my survival.
Only suffering from this lust hangover
Mmmm...the sweet fluid of sex...

Every time I scream
it's such a beautiful thing.
The intensity attracts me.

I'll steal your sons away,
swallow them whole.
With a tongue piercing and a bad tattoo
of a rose on my chest.

I've got problems with my identity.

I've felt my stomach curl up around my insides,
chewing me apart from the inside out.
I feel empty.
So I beg them to fill me.
Pour promises between my sheets and breathe into me.
I am broken.
I've been pushed way past the point of breaking.

Like any good story, it had a beginning,
middle and end.
not necessarily in that order
because my beginning w2as my mother's end
and my father's story seemed to happen
without nmy existence
because he walked out like my black stiletto heels walking out
after my love was made and chased away.