There are two types of kisses: daisies and razor blades.

When I was young I looked for the daises. Soft and gentle. Safe.
When I got married I found the razor blades.

I’ve never known pleasure without knowing pain.
I’ve never known love with conditions requiring perfection.
A good kiss leaves you feeling pleasant.
The right kiss slices your heart. It mares you infinitely.

You bleed until you die.

I’ve never known pleasure without knowing pain.
I’ve never known love with conditions requiring perfection.

If you’re not bleeding you’ve never known love.
Are you kissing flowers?
Or feeling the pain?

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