Attached to this is the promise of nothing.
Just the way you like it, boy.
I bought a case of double chocolate donuts
from this establishment at 3 in the morning.
Your eyes glisten loudly under florescent lights.
I tell you, sometimes it's hard to look at you.
Because you are so god damn beautiful.
I think I've undressed you at least sixty times,
twice while you were not speaking to me.
It's o.k. to love someone, isn't it?
I don't know how to do anything else.
I see that I could change the world
with all this misplaced energy, but the
desire to kiss you is stronger than the
desire to live. some days. sorry.
