Cinderella Boy

this boy smells of pixiedust and twilight
and tastes of dreams and honey pastels
this boy hides galaxies in his eyes
and shatters stars with his voice

this boy will hold your hands
and kiss your fingertips in starlight
this boy will stroke your wrists till the spinning stops
[ or gets even worse ]
and trace the lines on your palm till the glitter scars glow

this boy will pull you back when you push him away
and tickle you with hands as cold as butterflies
this boy will talk with candy-coated cobwebs
and has collarbones like cyanide

this boy steals lonely hearts
and leaves empty kisses on doll lips
this boy has head-to-toe glitterdust
and turns every word into love songs