21st Century Girl I want my knight in shining armour to love me so pure and deep love my hard-earned chiseled collarbones fine stitched-up nose round firm ass that took 10000 squats to achieve dolled-up round eyes enhanced by 3 coats of mascara toned legs that go on forever in my 6-inch heels that make them look even longer i do like long things the other day my hairdresser told me that i should only wash my hair three times a week so that it'll look smooth and silky but who could afford that if i have to exercise to prevent myself from growing fat if i really had to choose between damaged hair and being fat i think i'd take the damaged hair on sick days i lie in bed and caress my hipbones to make sure that after being practically immobile for so long i can still feel them i want my knight to love me au naturale so i hope that hours of facials and treatments at the spa would make that possible and after all the breast fat i lost from working out i thought some implants wouldn't hurt just to even out the sexual appeal so at least when he gawks at those angels on the runway he would think hey my girlfriend isn't that far off looking like that could earn you many things like money rides passion and not to forget love because of course i just want my knight in shining armour to love me so pure and deep

Doll Like a child whose heart broke Watching her favourite doll's ripped chest flowing with Cotton I weep in silence As I remember How I was once sure That you wanted me The way the child Wanted her doll

Places We've left our footprints in the oddest of places The abandoned The dingy The dusty The filthy And I always thought that any place is a good place As long as I have you next to me Apart from that We've also been to places slightly more sightly To view breathtaking sceneries Let fine sand tickle our toes Or just sit down and stare at the sky as we lie on our backs The feeling of being to places as beautiful As that certain smile you give when you're feeling especially bright Makes me wish to travel the world with you And go to places even more special But then again it's always said That there is no place like home No place No place better to escape from the bustle of outside #life with you No place better to shut my eyes and snuggle under the sheets with you No place better to giggle at failed attempts at cooking in the kitchen No place better to scream or laugh or maybe even cry at films playing on a screen in front of us No place better to be amongst the mirth of others close to your loved one's heart So they say And so I've heard But never quite known And honestly The place I most badly want to be with you Is home

Convenient Forgive me if I sound too realistic But I feel that we live in a world where everything people say about beauty sounds too convenient Lovers tell their girls that their bodies are beautiful Yet swoon over models with golden concave stomachs Or say "That's a really nice body" On the other hand they think that stars who look less athletic Fall into the category of "alright" or "nah" Leaving their lovers to quietly ponder Upon how their bodies are far from "nice" "You're such a beautiful girl" Then comes across as a lie crafted And used to make a girl feel less insecure Yet contrasts With humanity's need To be realistic About beauty

Pocketful of Pictures In the soft pink spring of blossoming flowers The pockets of my favourite jacket Which once belonged to you Were full of glossy polaroids with both of our most grotesque expressions In the raging heat of summer My pockets were still full of pictures In which however I was missing I could stay up till nocturnal hours that weren't at all a waste of time To admire pictures of you and your perfect body in the most ridiculous angles Then came the dwindling auburn leaves My pockets were not empty at least They contained pictures of the many places we would venture to That always captured their own sometimes lonely beauty No matter how plain they looked I never knew why I stopped taking those pictures of you Or of us But when the biting cold took over this town My pockets were never filled And I guess this was compensated by your presence Which started to become a rarity I don't know if the pleasure I got from the times I saw you was a blessing Or if my empty pockets were part of a curse