birthday show
she turns up out of nowhere
and in your makeup and bravery, you kiss her between bleeding trees
you’ll stay warm now in the ghosthouse, now filled with sweat and scattered “i love you"s
between breaths and cum, i wonder how you’ll cry when the question is raised
“kaylin, be my true love forevermore! you’re the last thing i want to see at night and the first thing my lips meet in the morning!”
you say yes, of course
dogmode lights switch to green
and you forget about everything except how warm your bed must be
and here’s a song to the lovers
no actors tonight
only pillows under stars and military time light
bitemarks like the movies and refilled soul gems
as you hold onto her so tight, the storm passes over and she’ll hold your hand
kicking and screaming, with blood out of wounds
you place your hand over her, she puts her lips onto yours
cossums now raised to the sky
no more metaphor, no, not tonight
love’s the only word for this
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