kisses for nothing
lace and velvet kisses on the balcony
and the wind sweeps the cocaine off the banister and the razor falls to the ground
we s a y a few words in unison
and break down our doors
a kiss on the floor
two more strokes, a little more
for once i'm not being paid to love you
and the whispering in my ear
actually sounds real
like a china... porcelain... shattered mirror
you tell me the ugly truth about myself i l o v e y o u written on the concrete-diary floor
and the pages that exist in wonder and betrayal
lick the blood from your hands
when you awake, kind sir
holding me in your arms
a trigger be pulled
and we lie together
[h o l d i n g ♥ h a n d s]
a red sunset for lovers never partedcathrynJesus. Kids... who needs 'em? My thirteen-year old has a steady boyfriend. He's been around several months. She writes this while he says little, plays a guitar, sleeps, smokes, keeps odd hours, dresses in black, listens to metal, sticks needles and pins through his head, and is extremely polite. To me... not to his parents. He has no long-term plans. I don't think he bothers much about the future. But it doesn't matter. Cathryn's mood is improving. I think the boy's good for her.