lolita

Stood against all the other ladies who tried to stir men like me
Her bee stung lips is flushed with dull disposition.
Drug abusing façade makes me envisage her raped past.
Sultry solvent eyes with luscious swollen eye bags as black as night lingers
Silently.
Wearing all the cheap wrong clothes.
Her unkempt chopped hair suits my unkempt mind.
Her imminent sadness eludes attracts me like Egyptian mirth and oils.
Her head seem to be born downwards looking.
Her skeletal fingers crumple alongside each other.
Her ashen skin radiates her inner lacklustre soul.
She has lost all optimism of personal preservation
It romantically parallels mine.

Oh how much I hanker after you but what the fuck-
You’re still 7!