Pretty boy,
Now listen close.
To me you're nothing but a ghost.
When I feel your warmth,
I feel so cold.
I hear the thump of your heart
Yet I don't.
The scars aren't there
They're only memories.
Don't ask for attention
I only sense tension.
I wish for the love you once gave me.
But all you can gift me is buckets of tears.
This isn't punishment,
I wish I could say that I enjoy this.
But the guilt flows through me and you.
