I want the dark thick hair of a model
And the size of an infant’s waist
I want all eyes on me as I prowl around dark city streets and alleyways
I want my body to be touched by everyone,
Want them to feel my craving for hands
I want others to talk to my ears, to hear the cries of my fingertips
The moans of my day old bones and black leather tight
I want the neighbors to cover the eyes of their children
I want to steal a lover with chains and jagged knives
I want to drink the strongest whisky with the men of Chicago Tavern
I want to cover my body with bold ink tattoos
And get the piercings I wanted when I was 16
To dye my hair red and black
I want to drive fast cars without a top
I want to be the paved roads nightmare
I want to walk home at 5 in the morning in last nights dress
I Want Attention