'Affectionate sunset; dont you agree? Tangerine and lipstick pallette smothering the cut of the mountain can cause me to fall dreamy.'
'Do not whisper during moments of almostromance. You disturb the scene- You should scream. &Now you are stricken silent. Too many poetic meanderings give away your desperation. I can read you like the sports section. I want to feel an interest instead of random happenstance curiosity.'
(She tries to break his heart so she can watch him cry. THE BREAKDOWN is sexy. &She is fucking irresistible when she smells like roses instead of lavender. Admit it.)
She was slurring her words and he wasnt certain if he should take her seriously. She thought every man loved her, somehow, when she obviously hated herself. Self-assured blur.
'Dont be so dramatic.'
'But doesnt falling hurt; who is this 'love' and why are they so damned popular? I hate them just to be different. Half-hearted rebel and I dont even have a leather jacket.'
'We always end up in conversations like this. The ghost in the yellow house must miss me. We should break in next Tuesday when the neighbors are asleep and play with a ouija board.'
'My god, you are such a child.'
'Why are we friends? '
The sky was only blue-grey of a blindmans eyes. She hushed him before an answer &then burst across the field barefoot like red doves escaping his rib cage.