I want to be in love I never feel alive I walk through this world in a stupor of self-loathing the pain is what I crave I am aware of how demented I am because I know even Frank Capra couldn't convince me it is a wonderful life I miss Kristophe staring back into my eyes my own figment, my fallen angel. the other, not as exotic, but mine and real. I long for him to kiss my fingertips. He is deathly erotic to me, but not you you always wanted more, you selfish little prick |
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you meant the least, but it is funny
I hate you the most, I find it easy
to befriend the dreaded ex'es
but you, I loathe, I can not explain
I needed affections, which perhaps you gave,
but not without its price
It no longer matters, I have another
Mine, plain yet beautiful, comfortable yet erotic
who wants me above all others
who will kiss me without being afraid
yet, you are still alone, I laugh out of pity for you
I gave all and lied about none, save one
You suck in bed. Rot in peace my boy
my short existence with you remains only in silence.
I hate you the most, I find it easy
to befriend the dreaded ex'es
but you, I loathe, I can not explain
I needed affections, which perhaps you gave,
but not without its price
It no longer matters, I have another
Mine, plain yet beautiful, comfortable yet erotic
who wants me above all others
who will kiss me without being afraid
yet, you are still alone, I laugh out of pity for you
I gave all and lied about none, save one
You suck in bed. Rot in peace my boy
my short existence with you remains only in silence.
