#4

Booshot eyes through wich they peer

Laughter then screams is all you hear

So nice he fist time you met

Never will be the same

Yet you keep looking, sometimes for others with different names

It never ends, but always the same way

Starts off great but comes to a lackluster conclussion

The viscious cycle leading to many contustions

The ones you had loved look for your soft embrace

But all that you give is a dead stare that pierces their heart like a dirty needle

Injecting their body with the same pain that you have felt since you first touched him

The itch grows stronger, without him you don't know who you are

You connect one last time, into your viens flows his love

Out of your body goes or soul

Finanally you've found the one

But sadly with your life, you are done