The Things That Happen To Girls But Never To Boys

She was asked to tell the truth. Unless she wanted to hear it from a gynaecologist in an awkward clinic with awkward potted plants. She swore nothing had happened yet the Quran was brought out, in its sacred yellow lihaaf.


There was no child inside her belly. Only a taint upon her name.

The Place That Exists Between The Boundaries

There are lines drawn between right and wrong, yet they are too hazy and it's pulling me down trying to manoeuvre around. Because every mistake brings with it a lesson that I'm supposed to remember. 

The truth though, is that I've never forgotten the mistakes. I've chosen to repeat them. I've let the priorities get muddled. I've watched indecision taking over. I've seen so many disappointed faces. So many times.

This battle is against boundaries. 

All except one. The boundary of the the place that exists between where I end and you begin in which I could trap myself forever.

Your Secret Is 'Fatally Gorgeous', I'd Die For You

When will the wait end?

How cute is this :D

I wanna be your love

I wanna make you cry

And sweep you off your feet

I wanna hurt your pride

I wanna slap your face

I wanna paint your nails

I wanna make you scream

I wanna braid your hair

I wanna kiss your friends

I wanna make you laugh

I wanna dress the same

I wanna defend you

I wanna squeeze your thighs

I wanna kiss your eyelids

And corrupt your dreams

I wanna crash your car

I wanna scratch your cheeks

I wanna make you sick

I wanna sell you out

Want to expose your flaws

I wanna steal your things

I wanna show you off

I wanna tell you lies

I wanna write you books

I wanna turn you on

I wanna make you come

200 times a day

I wanna dry your tears

Every time you're sad

I wanna be what's happening

I wanna be your only friend

I only go all the way

I want to be a beast

I want to make you proud

And play with your head

I want to take you out

Make you feel adored

And buy you everything

I want to hurt you bad

Make you paranoid

And say the sweetest things

I want to help you grow

And for eternity

I want to be your what's happening

What's happening

Gallery Piece - Of Montreal

The Sleeping Lilies

Orange as the sun at noon
In full bloom and standing tall
Waiting for the night to fall
To hide their faces and call out
To the swirling clouds
In God's wineglass
Like one black shroud
Before the lilies close their
Mouths.