I found him on a tuesday, wind swept hair and loose jeans with the seams being eaten away. I offered him a dollar. I was black eyeliner girl that day, cheap rainbow love in my summer dress and tight striped stockings. He turned my dollar away.
I offered him my hand.
"We are going nowhere." I told him.
"I don't even know you." He told me.
"You will," I smiled, "Follow me to anywhere."
"I want to forget." He said.
But what I did was make him remember. All the beautiful things that come out of the dark. We held hands and I was a sad eyeliner girl that day, with boy kissed hair and a tragic mouth.