I want you pale and naked,
hips thrusting towards mine.
I want you on top of me
my hands on your *******.

The sunlight shines,
and the sun does set.
All I want is you
playing with my hair.

It's been a few weeks.
And it'll be a few more,
before that lovely girl
comes knocking at my door.

I am a patient boy,
I'll wait and I'll wait and I'll wait
for you.

Rap ah tat tat,
and rap ah tat tat,
please tell me when
my baby will be back.

Tick ah tick tock
and tick ah tick tock,
I long for the day
when I don't dread the tick of a clock.

I miss your stupid face
and your stupid eyes
and your stupid laugh
to my stupid jokes.

I miss the smell
of your stupid shirt
when you sleep at my house
that tight
stupid
T-shirt you always sleep in.

I miss our stupid talks
about stupid things
that don't matter in life
like comic books
and more comic books
and games
and your stupid brother.

I miss our stupid walks
and the sound
of your stupid guitar
that you don't let go
because you know it annoys me.

I miss the stupid feeling
when I'm with you
and those stupid movie nights
and your stupid comedy movies.

I really miss you, man.
Your stupid look on your face.
Your bright green eyes.
Your voice.
Your guitar.
Our talks.
Our walks.
Our bond.
My feelings toward you.
My pain toward you.
My friend.

My best friend
I fell in love with
because I'm a stupid gay man.

I'll write about you
for as long as I want.
Unlike these
drugs
I am powerless to
I can quit you.

And so I will write about you until you love me
and I will continue to write about you until you don't.
Because everything fades, and everything dies,
and just like the spring,
your love will fade,
if it blossoms at all.

I was always a needle kind of ******.
My friends thought I was crazy, and I suppose I was.
They say to take baby steps,
but addiction never works like they say it should, does it?
I went from *** to pills to blow to needles just like that.

It was nice though,
seeing how I've always been a fan of instant gratification.
Tie the knot, heat the junk, wet the cotton, **** it up, slap the veins, stick it in, get high.
Easy as pie, nothing can be simpler.
Nothing could be more complicated.
I've been home for ten minutes,
and I promised myself this score would last me through the week.
I'll be happy if it lasts the night.

My track marks were starting to fade,
due in part to probation,
and also in part to the love I've been surrounded with.
Who needs to shoot up when you have people to love you?
Me.
A ******.
A loser.

I would like a million things,
and a million more,
but why would I want things,
when I can score.
Nothing could be simpler.
Nothing could be more complicated.

Neptune has many moons
In his cold desolate spot in space
Each one to be with forever
until death do them part
And be there... close to his side day n night...