Rendezvous
16 March 13 : 03.59 PM
And these girls come to me like I know something that they don't. They hold me, hug me, and even take comfort in holding my hands.
I have never met them before tonight.
Them in their short skirts and thick false lashes and distant eyes and tricks of the trade. I feel like if I take pity on them, I'm assuming I'm above them, beyond them even, so I try not to. But I kiss them on the cheek because it was a kiss that didn't want anything more.