ernie

what were you? a guy with perfect eyes. it was all convienent for you wasn't it? you're shirt off, your lip ring, your touch. i think the first time i kissed you i was pressed hard against the white kitchen stove. the gas knobs digging hard into my back. i knew it was different. i still think about you. i remember lying in your room talking, staring at the ceiling. you took me on the subway, and i watched you skateboard under the hot sun. i don't remember when the last time i saw you was.