no one ever looked so cool
they never needed a reason
singing “my best friend is a 6 pack” in the back of a pickup like they’ve never heard of manifesting
he’ll kiss track marks on her arm like the golden years were going to waste away regardless
forget about the consequences you’ve blacked out with sidewalk slams and a burning nose
always finding a way back to the other
cellophane chains locking together two algolagnic beauties
the type with those big blue ***** den dream eyes and shredded skin
leather skin guaranteed to satisfy if you like it with a dose of disappointing your parents
can’t spend more than a night with them unless the sound of bottles smashing on the sides of houses is a turn on
but they kiss and make up like broken glass in your hands is routine in courtship
for some i guess it is
violence made her jumpy but the way she smiles now
untouchable goddess sly
statuesque
cold
ethereal decomposing beauty
almost makes up for it.
for some i guess it does.