Here is a love that lasts forever: the unrequited love, the love with non-closure.
That guy on the street I smiled to, that didn't smile back.
The boy, that when I see his picture, pictures of us, pictures of him and friends, I find myself subconsciously saying "You motherfucker" aloud.
The man that fucks me, but that I make love to.
I am in love with him, and him, and him.
And I can't tell them, because they don't want it. And I hate it.
