The storm rubbles in the eye
Of the man who never said goodbye
The lilac clashes against the fire
Home is the one place he is the liar

And the passion of flames fills his ears
The loudest screams, he does adhere
From the doubt he set at an early age
Caught in the cycle of endless rage

The scarred lips touch his own
The array of curls is not unknown
To the limit of time he did not speak
But in the stars the fire does seek

that's just the way the body goes i guess
wanna mould my hands around his shoulders
through t-shirt and pyjama pants
wonder what the mirror shows him

that perfect mouth is smiling
do i wanna be him or ingest him
i wish that i could memorise it
wanna put my mouth around the reflection

kiss him everywhere until he sees red
hold his perfect imperfect face and
taste myself on his breath
take his arms or be held in them
i wanna feel and i wanna know
i guess that's just the way the body goes

I'm trying not to stare cause you're built like heaven
you walk back in the door, flushed
strong, but all curves and lashes
keys in your hand and your jacket comes off

delivery boy, talk to me?
you look different up close
and I'm wondering if i kissed you
would you taste like pizza sauce?

talk while I'm falling apart
i'm looking you dead in the eyes
and i don't get paid enough for
the way your breath makes your chest rise

oh, you're clocking out?
well, I'm stopping mid order
you want pepperoni?
i made yours with extra

simple things like
the smell of your hair, or the rhythm of your voice,
or perhaps the way your eyes look everytime you look at me.

Why do all straight guys think gay men have a crush on them
I assure you I do not find you THAT flattering
Why do all straight guys think gay men are obsessed with them
I’d much rather be by myself than surrounded by your judgment
Why do straight men think gay guys don’t know anything about sports
Why do straight men think gay men want to steal their girlfriends
Trust me she is all yours
Why do straight men only see me as gay
I am so much more than my sexuality
I am still a human at the end of the day
Why do all straight men hate gay men?
Why do straight men look at me like I’m a monster
Why do straight men never just want to be my friend

stop looking at me in the hallways
i misinterpret your green eyes all ways.
stop making me fall for you.
im your hired unhired loverboy

hopeless in the hope he notices
how i look at him, with all the love in my eyes
and how i act around him, hypnosis

hopeless in the hope that he's bi
or even if he pities me and asks me out
but i know that is a lie

when i feel his breathe on my skin, i shudder
at the thought, but its
just a dream, i dont matter