pull disconnect over my head,
easy as pulling on a wool sweater. fail to do so,
& i lose track of things
allow myself the prerogative of thinking you are the
nicest prettiest most intrinsically loving
boy
that ever lived.
if i let you scab over, all it takes is one flash of pain,
one quick peel and you are
nonexistant.
a scar so faint it only glows under the ghostly moonlight of your eyes.