john

Mad real passion, curled up sleeping, skin on skin flooding me with feeling so alive its almost too bright, this is all the good shit, the bounty of being on earth and when I was in the midst of it - I felt too precious to cannibalise it and make any art or do any writing. I was totally unwilling to mythicise us, storytell my experience, what if I blew you up to a giant and to you, I am insignificant, my pride couldn't hack it.
I cried and clung and begged, greedy, lustful, needy, all things repellent, but I needed you to go away completely so I could start on the frankenstein business of reducing you to just a character of my past. Its fun to date other boys and keep you with me as something larger than life, so lets not talk, but talking isnt why I was crying, I just wanted to sleep, and I knew itd be more peaceful with you there, beautiful boy.