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Unloved Ones 🤍 (my indie sleaze revival style look book and heartbroken girl poem reading)
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my poem:
Happiness comes and goes
with girls like me
Never too happy
Never too sad
Always depressed
It’s a part of me
The part of me I never leave
“Stay stable, stay calm”
Nobody likes an angry baby
With too much to say
Pacify me
With a blunt or beer bottle
Turns out I hate myself
Drown myself out
Til a new day
New month
New year
If I’m 23
Why do I feel so 17
Ugly yet sweet
Cynically pretty
On the edge of something
I’ve been edged of my own glory
Give it to me or get me off
I want the dream
The one I casted myself
It’s my fault
Blame it on the Talking Heads on TV
The Popstars
above me
Praying to False Idols
The only God I know is female
And she’s me
Nurture me and I’ll give you my seeds
I never kept a plant alive
But I could try again
Maybe a cactus this time
What if it wasn’t my fault?
Shift the blame
I absorb your shame
I’m a teacher with a 2.0 GPA
I wouldn’t take my advice
Unless you wanna have fun
Paint our nails red
Lips too
Cruise with the music too loud
Sad Songs Only
Cursing out all our exes we never had
I don’t think a blow job counts as a second date
But I’ll find the love where I can get it
This week’s been so long
Give me a break
Don’t fuck Mondays
Fuck me instead
Hurry and take my Polaroid
Before I end myself, metaphorically
Fake meat and clearance rack tees
We’re not rich, but we’re holy
God would smoke a pack with us!
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poem: Unloved Ones by dark baby, (2023).
Call me when you're rich
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my poem:
She wears his coat
As if it’s her skin
Tears his heart
And wears it like a necklace
He’s Her’s
And she’s his territory
If skin’s just leather
“I want you to own me”, she whispers with her legs on his tatted shoulders
Used goods, vintage history
“Polish me til I bust like a chimney baby”
She loves the scent of abandoned boys in her hair
Jealous of the side chicks that call him daddy
She’s f-uking the boss and that makes them angry
Burnt but-ts in her pockets
An open condom doesn’t use itself
Everybody needs a bad mommy
If you’re too shy
She’ll take control
Keep your eyes on the road
“I’m not an amateur”
“I’m the best b-tch in town,” she smirks as she bites his cheek
Ditch the roses, they’re for the pretty ones
She only want the thorns
Pain is her pleasure
Sin is her favorite bedtime story
She’s a living fantasy
The only thing missing is her him
A bad boy with scruffed up shoes to match her tortured soul
Look at him stepping out of his beat up corvette, light me up a marlboro too
Don’t remember her name
“It’ll be easier to forget me this way,” she pleads
Her Imperial Affliction
Bruised knees, Ripped black lace
Left with a smile you can’t shake away
Her cigarettes can only distort her thoughts for so long
Some highs only come in the form of a man
“Let me do the praying
I’m told I’m pretty
When I’m on my knees
Begging for mercy
Pleasing comes natural to me
Bliss is so cheap
Cheaper than me,” she repeats like a prayer for solidarity
Downtown Girl 🖤 (my behind the scenes vlog and 1990s rockstar girlfriend movie)
Doing my makeup and being an Alternative Disney Popstar 🤘🏻✨🖤
I named this character Dark Baby, she’s sensitive, sensual and sexy. She doesn’t ask for permission and lives her life as an undiscovered superstar. Her favorite piece of clothing is your boyfriend’s coat.
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shot by: viewz_aesthetic on instagram.
