I wish I could eat the salt off your lips. We can revive the old times, they'll only harm us if we believe them to be real. We can spend more nights pretending like nothing has changed.
Staring out my floor to celling hotel window, New York looks different now. I feel on top of the world. But you get in my bed, and tear it apart.
Your mind is the only madness I would ever subject to. We get on the floor in the hotel hall and shake it all out.
Running bathwater, room service with the metal tops still on the plates. You go stabbing yourself in the neck. Interpol on the speakers, "it's in the way that she poses, it's in the things that she puts in my head."
Always listening to your stories, calling your bluff. Laying awake in bed together till 4 in the morning. We let each-other get away with a million lies that we never believed in the first place.
You put the weight into my little heart.
xx
rose gold jewelry from my collection: Americana Blonde
stud leather jacket by Nasty Gal
rainbow fur jacket by Nasty Gal
black and blue lingerie set by For Love & Lemons
red velvet boots by Y.R.U.
make-up by Meli
photos by Lauren Engel
shot exclusively for Virgin Gold Cult