Dracofangxxx's picture

I'm addicted to a boy
Who's not even real;
I'm addicted to a boy
That I cant' even feel.

His voice is a whisper
That I can't even hear;
Don't feel his arms
When he holds me near

I wish I could meet
This shy little boy
Who brings me
Such great amounts of joy

But I'm afraid he's fake
Just inside my head
A lovely ghost
Of my ex, who's dead...

Rest in peace, Old Jonah. I'll miss you, dear. I'm sorry I killed you...


swimmerguy's picture

I think he commited suicide.

"I bust mine so I can kick yours" ~ design on a swimming t-shirt