when we walk in
in the fur boots
all the heads turn; give us the looks
that make us cringe

the photos made the cover
all plastic lip gloss smiles
all the heads turn; give us the looks
that make us rise up higher

i can see you across the rows of heads
and you're laughing with your
own head thrown back
still off from last nights *****

and it kinda scares me
how much i want to be sitting
across the room with you

some mornings were made of dirt and some were coated in ash; it all depended on who counted the creases in the sheets slinking over the other's body & waiting for a frost to kiss the window pane. ERROR: IDIOSYNCRASIES DO NOT EQUAL HAPPINESS.

he told you your hair was like fire when you were in bed together but he didn't specify whether it was when you were on top or tucked beside him  so you cut it short and called yourself a fairy. ERROR: HE LIKED HIS FINGERS AS TANGLED AS HIS THOUGHTS

you always hung back behind him to watch the way his eyes would scan a room and his body would graze the corners of other sharp edges of skin because body heat always took your breath away. ERROR: YOU WERE NEVER THE FIRST THING HIS EYES WERE DRAWN TO.

but, oh god, there were so many colours everywhere he took you that you forgot how it felt to be drowned out at midnight and to be touched by only ice. ERROR: THE CEMENT STILL BLOODIED YOUR KNEES BEFORE SUNRISE.

you'd gotten so used to loosing your senses & drinking in the light, when he finally stopped paying attention you put yourself back together with yellow stitching. ERROR: HE'D ALREADY TOUCHED THE SUN. ( error 404: love requested cannot be found.)