Naive little girl

My problem 

My problem is I love everyone 

Even if you press me against a handgun

It’s bad for me, I know, in the long run.

We’ll never be done

Because you showed me the sun

I’m listening to grandson

Isn’t toxicity fun?

Change

Tell me when you change

Because this wasn’t a game

And I got numb in the brain 

Moth to your flame

Tattooed heart with a name

It’s me who is to blame

I knew you couldn’t be tamed

I crave chaos and noise

But sometimes I don’t know if I belong into that world. Maybe I’m to delicate. I am to delicate for loud beats, tattoos and white lines. But some nights there’s nothing I want more. 

Maybe I crave something that was once unnatural. Simply paradoxical. I’m made to be submissive. I crave a culture that contrasts my softness. I need an edge to my round curves. I need demons in bunkers to be an angel in a flower field.