when there are no genuine emotions involved [prior to days when trees glisten in wind] Everything seems just a little more empty. a little less satisfying.
Keep the lights off. I don't want to look at you...I don't want to look at another victim, destroyed. Another killer, unleashed.
each broken breath is so...wonderful.
and your taste still lingers on my lips. As each touch penetrates into my skin, every time I close my eyes I feel your chest raise and collapse.
and like that we're may. we're june.
we're each stolen, empty kiss.