We kiss like painted tigers
but we bleed like no on else


2004-08-27

Sometimes living gives me the creeps.
When i exit the subway train
[on the wrong side, falling]
When my hand hangs over the bed
[pools of blood forming below]
When I walk down the stairway
[blood and bruises and broken bones]
It's only better when you're around
because then
I'm concentrating so hard on you
that everything else gets drowned out

dead + alive