Iman

“We were perfect for each other. Until we met”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“Anything goes when everyone knows

Where do you hide when their highs are your lows?

So much, so hard, so long, so tired,

Let them eat until you’re ground into nothing.

Don’t you worry your glossy little lips.

What they savor ‘ventually loses it’s flavor.

I wanna lick, while you still taste like you.

Bookmark it, says the cheerleader

I promise we’ll come back to this spot.

I have shit to do first. You won’t wait a lot.

I can’t make her stay,

and I can’t watch her go.

I’ll keep her hellfire heart,

And bookmark it ‘fore it goes cold.

Fifty-seven times I didn’t call

Fifty-seven letters I didn’t send,

Fifty-seven stitches to breathe again, and then I fucking pretend.

Fifty-seven days to not need you

Fifty-seven times to give up on you

Fifty-seven steps away from you,

Fifty-seven nights of nothing but you.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“Life is fifty wrong turns down a bumpy road. All you can hope is that you end up somewhere nice.” “I”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57

“We’re all ugly, Ryen. The only difference is, some hide it and some wear it.”
― Penelope Douglas, Punk 57