The boy i once loved got me addicted to the bread crumbs of his affection

Had my heart woven into fine silky apparel of mystery

Gave perfection an outright meaning with every curve and detail

The burning desire to own lies in his pale smooth face

What a filthy epitome of beauty!

"Menascum" he said

The same name he moans whenever he comes, and even when he tries to come clean

Loving comes with a cost!

But this cost has caused me to curse the day I cast my gaze on him

In the deafening silence, his voice still echos "can I be him again? "