Darkness and cold blankets, my old friends. How nice to feel you again. No. No, responsiblity, I don't want you tonight. Why? You penetrate without replacing, violate without explanation. You take without fulfilling. I want something of my youth, I need something of my youth. I want love.
You know that unconditional love? One of giving without taking, without baggage or superficial beginings, of admiration, loyalty, warmth and sacrafice? The sort of love that isn't encouraged through physical apperance, pornography, or a keyboard. You know that guy of my youth? The one I grew up with, who filled my world and every thought. A guy I shared my life with, during all our changes into adulthood. Innocence in all its beauty, caressing me for who I am supposed to be. Yes, that warmth of just a touch, of purpose, honesty, and sincerety. That first love. That special...irreplaceable...love. |
