Sincerely, Jennifer x

I’m looking at my sweet little serial killer,
gunshot kisses up and down her jaw.
I tell myself that I can change her,
but in truth,
I love the danger of crossing enemy lines to be satisfied by hands that have different values to mine,
and I’m dying not to keep it to myself,
because the way she makes me feel slips out of my skin,
sends me into the loveliest lunacy,
but she is the kind of girl nobody can abide,
so I must hide her away.
I know that she’s got it in for a girl like me,
glowering as she grabs a handful of my hair,
gripped between the hardness of the wall and the softness of her kiss,
I can’t resist the fantasy of forever,
dodging bullets and bad ideas.