Lana Del Rey Helps Me Decide What My Pussy Tastes Like

My pussy tastes like skinny dipping

in a glass of bourbon. It tastes like brass knuckles

and blush. It tastes like pop stars eating Poptarts.

Tastes like your mother’s does. Like a small

knife. It tastes like your favorite cock-tail 

spiked with antifreeze. It tastes like you

can try it, you can love it, but it will

kill you.

It will kill you.'

- Megan Falley

You were an empty chamber in a loaded gun.

He's never once asked about
your hometown; your first pet;
your mother's signature dish;
how your ex-lovers last kiss tasted
before he flung himself from a parking garage;
your favourite colour.
You're not sure you'd know how to answer him if he did.

He knows how you take your coffee. Knows you only ever smoke cigarettes after sex.
That to you, Jack Daniels smells like bad decisions
but you love the taste of it on his breath.
Knows your room number, but not your mobile.
Knows your allergic to latex and commitment
but would never guess, also strawberries.

The past and future are both mirrors you avoid like burn victims.
Memories feel too much like striking a match.'