Just a guy, and a terrible "About me" writer. There's a lot about everyone, and looking is not seeing. But I'm a writer, and I love to get to know people. So yeah, talk to me if ya want.

 

Why you come to be with me,
I think I finally know…
You’re scared… ashamed of what you feel,
And you can’t tell the ones you love,
You know they couldn’t deal,
Whisper in a dead man’s ear,
That doesn’t make it real…
That’s great but I don’t wanna play,
Cause being with you touches me more than I could say,
And since I’m only dead to you,
I’m saying stay away,
And let me rest in peace

Kay. Done feeling alone now.

Bestest Friend.

I think right now all I want is a friend. The kinda friend that comes over all hours of the night. There’s no pressure or anything, you can sit and laugh about the stupidest things. You can sleep in the same bed all night long, cuddling. And you can have passionate sex at night, and wake up friends again. No goodbye, no “I never wanna see you again”, no break-ups. Just friendship and sex. Is that so much to ask?

Talking to you is always a bad idea—no matter about what or what time of day. It doesn’t upset me at all, honestly. But, it makes me miss you… or maybe I miss us. Either way, missing you or us is not what I want. Sorry kid, not yet.

Up side.

I guess the good part is I can disappear and no one would really notice.