Truth is, I’m a fucking romantic. I’m difficult but I promise - I’m not boring.
MONDAY: your hair will become frizzy due to the humidity and you will want to be forgotten
TUESDAY: you will bury your face in your hands when you realize what you said
WEDNESDAY: you you you you you you you you
THURSDAY: will will will will will will will will
FRIDAY: always always always always always always always always
SATURDAY: regret regret regret regret regret regret
SUNDAY: growing your hair out longer just because he wanted you to
so don’t tell me how love will rescue me,
I was carnivorous about love, I ate love to the ankles,
my thighs are gnawed with love
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.