The bite mark on my arm is slowly fading.
The color I wish would never fade is asking for more and more.
To have your lips kissing mine.
Your eyelashes on my cheek.
your hand grabbing my ass.
The sadness lies not in our moments of touching and my wet tongue sliding down your neck.
but in your lies that smell like truth off your breath, when youre holding me.
I hide from the lights of cars passing by, lying on your chest.
But now my paranoia has set in again. while youre fucking someone else
and holding someone else the same way.
loneliness is such a tragic trait for such a beautiful boy such as you.