ichrak

i’ve already lost it since I came out of the womb

i have given you the opportunity to choose so choose whether to die on my chest or on the pages of my poetry.

2222?  

e sono stufa della mia città
          

vorrei parlarti di quanto mi sento sola, di quanto mi sento vuota 

hier soir, j’ai vu le diable se pencher sur toi 

starting to feel end of summer blues 

cause we are who we are when no one’s watching

love is impossible it’s a demonic distraction

I’m sick of him