...wherein i find myself attracted to a boy
because of the qualities in him
that make him like a girl.
well you're so damn beautiful with
arms that ought to go around me & only around
me. i've tried to convey "why can't
i have - " with my eyes but not much works.
pretty boys are all the rage in the flashing
trendmill that is my romantic mind. & so it goes.
my wanting, like the tides, is rushed & erratic
& pushing steadily until you get it.
talking til all hours about hair metal, nachos,
girlfriends & death. it seems you understand me
but, based on other things, i'd wager to say you're
just playing a role & i'm not fitting the script.
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