Saturday, 22 June 2013

i used to be in love.

i used to like the outsiders characters when i was a teenager.
the craziest ones.
i would love to be the addicted wild girl.
the dangerous woman. the one you should never meet.
the wrong. the darkest. the real.
i became sweet, funny and naïve.
a baby girl. love in movement.
ill.
hostil.
real.
real.
real.
so real that hurts.
enough!
i can't. sorry but i can't. i'm alive.
so alive that frightens you.
so alive that my dream came true.
i am the crazy one.
the addicted wild girl.
the dangerous woman.
the one you should never meet.
the wrong.
the darkest.
the real.
my name is charlotte and i am 

fifteen.

years.

old.




Friday, 7 June 2013

that burns.

the problem is that there was more vodka in the fridge when I came home.
and I was absolutely luscious.
with all my curves.
all my wit.
all my way that makes a knot out in...
whatever.
i REALLY, REALLY, believe me...
REALLY don't care.
i became an animal that likes to eat and cum.
i was absolutely luscious. hot.
and burning,
burning,
BURNING!
when you are on the edge of the the stairs,
you gonna remember JUST ABOUT
fire,
fire,
fire.
don't you DARE to cry for me.
don't you dare,
cause the fire is more powerful.
and i am fire,
believe me.
i am.
the end.