I'm 14, I'm happy sometimes. If you're gonna love me, baby, think it through 'cause I live with my goddess, I don't believe in judges I wear tattoos that aren't on my skin.

Look, sometimes I get drunk, I set fire to the temple and I run away from love as I run away from the police. I live in what I throw away, I'm not a good example, but my people know that I'm good company.

That before I talk I listen; before I die I live

I may have slept on your doorstep one night or another

I don't write much, but whenever I do write I like my verse to stick like a dagger. Artemis, I'm an adventurer, my hands know it

In my eyes January but in my soul summer

Sometimes I'm happy on the back of an indomitable verse and other times my skin is an uninhabitable place, but I live with my clothes on and go to bed at dawn. My goddess already told me 'son, you smoke too much.

I have no answers, I have mauve circles under my eyes. Smoke in my lungs and a messy heart but I'm in the wee hours of the morning, writing on the sly with my hands stained with questions and booze. I'm on the ledge, toasting while smoking to fool the fear with laughter and the hunger with smoke

And it's one life, one death. An 'I love you', a puppeteer's heart. A yellow moon, a pencil. A single match to set the whole world ablaze. One lie, one truth. And one youth, one light and one darkness

I only have my truth.

But one word is enough.

I'm 14, sometimes I smile. I'm not gonna fool you, what I am is what you see because I live with my goddess, I kill for mine. And I don't believe in miracles other than making ends meet.

I've got my feet on the ground, I fly if I feel like it and sometimes I mistake your belly for an altar. Your pussy is not heaven but it resembles it and that's the only place I kneel to pray.

Artemis, I love writing and sex without censorship and hurry up to the poison in the crystal glass. I live in what I throw away and sometimes I get drunk and I'm usually late for my own funeral. I like to burn my footprints, to live in navigation gathering by day what I sow by night, to break the bottles and write mixing the silence of the stars with the noise of the cars and though I know where I am, Artemis, I'm an insecure one.

I never liked to stay on the straight and narrow if you're gonna love me, think long and hard, I swear my love knows how to be pure and not perfect...