Forgive the malicious repetitious dismay.

This quarrel so vicious, flagitious swordplay.

Inauspicious foreboding, one lover’s display.

Seditious naught, my miscarried parlay.

Delicious divulging- in this adventitious decay.

Surrounded by burning pits
of flesh-eating nymphomaniacs,
a prison with no walls,
is the house I visit frequently-
but hardly stay long.

So did you guys *** together?
Was it everything you had imagined it to be?
Or while you were pulling her hair--
Could you only think of me?

I would stop the world
if you asked me to.
I would burn water and  
freeze fire if you said.
But all that you can give to me
is roommates
at best?

Would you hold my hand
if I were crying?
Would you please
just come to bed?
Would you kiss me
on the lips?
Would you just eat
dinner with me instead?
Would you whisper
salacious nothings?
Or wish me luck
on my big test?
All that you can give to me
is only roommates
at best.