save me, she's a liar,
cut up jeans with thick thighs,
she's a killer.
her black lipstick smears on the
white of her cigarette paper.
she could start a fucking cult
because the only thing she worships is
herself, and it seems that's all the
boys she abducts with her appearance
worship as well.
do they know who they
let in their bed?
her kisses could seduce any
person, and her looks were deadly
but she was
a
l
o
n
e
and nobody ever stayed
because she was hot
but that
is all
people saw her as.
just a slut
that was hot,
and cared only about herself.
YOU ARE READING
complacent
Poetryquieter achieved poems from the girl who thinks of stars and angels