I NEED LOVE, BABY
seriously, is it hot in here?
oh wait, that's just me.
oh, i'm your hero. i'm anything you want me to be, as long as you take it with a pinch of salt, hmm? bad-a**, big shot son // daughter-of-a-b***h hero with emotional problems, drug dependency issues, alcoholism and a talent for putting my own foot in my mouth. Fo'reals, baby. where I come from is none of your business, just know mummy and daddy loved me very much up until they found baby was a crack addict and I went
spiralling
spiralling
spiralling
down.
into the gutter, if you must know.
but baby got better.
baby discovered powers, marvellous powers, that she could make people love her. love she wanted to recreate from her parents, but different, so different - types of emotion. ones that calm people down, that make people cry, or laugh, or live in utter euphoria;; things that fire them up, things that made people want me, just me and no one else but meeeeee. like the drugs, all the drugs i crave through pills and drugs and candy, but so much better and without the particularly nasty side effects.
the scientific definition, my loves, is a 'pheremone'.
but it's ******** than that.
but i haven't introduced myself-how foolish of me. i'll make sure to cut myself over it later.
Lillith-the evil one, the first woman before the bible was tactfully edited (who the hell DOES that?)
Lillith Weir.
Don't wear it out
My hair is black, my eyes are blue, I bruise easily and so do you. But I don't break. Never, ever, not ever broken, just a little bit dented. Skin breaks easily; with every little needle and knife, but au contraire, I do not. But I have my vices. Dear God in heaven, I do, and they're damn sexy ones at that. Because it's such a rush and a relief andeverythignmergestogetherinonebigblurandyouforgetwhathappensandyoudon'tevencareand-
It's over just like that.
Oh, I see you looking at me-look at the girl, she's got her whole life ahead of her and she's ******** up already. baby, I ******** up when i was a little kiddie, that time i followed my mother-dear out of the house one sunny July morning and saw her with her boyfriend. and then went home, and saw her with dad like nothing had happened because she's a goddamned LIAR! and i hate liars.
does that define me as a good person?
no, it defines me as someone who does not and will never know love because someone else ruins it every damn time...
but I'm gonna be a superstar, famous for saving your a**, and you'll thank me some day for the way i are, baby.
you totally will.
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