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          Because when I met him his was the only voice I knew that could silence classes filled with musical, theatrical, artistic masses. Because when I met him he walked with an accent that was so melodic and every word articulated into a sentence made you swear he had a manuscript for every phonic. Because when I met him what he said was the truth behind eyes that smiled like fabled Vincentian mountains he had seen a beauty I had yet to discover but he had a mind that I thought could help me recover. Pick up from where I started from:
          Bad relationships, confused minds and the feelings of passion now like an old plaster half off, half on, dirty and smelly but you can't just rip it off because that would hurt. Because when I met him I wanted to be seen like someone worth seeing I wanted to be felt mentally like someone worth feeling.
          Yet my lust for him got in the way and nights fell into to the darkest parts and days slipped into days and dreams of every kind filled every pocket of my mind and I wanted to be touched. I wanted him to feel the way I felt when I blushed the brightest red if he looked at me in class, listened to a word I said and didn't think of it like a task but I'm making a fool of myself, I am such an ass. He began to fuck with my head unconsciously keeping me up at night programmed to answer his text with a silly smile on my face while darker thoughts crawled and howled in a deeper, darker place.
          Now I have you alone I can't let you go not without letting you know that I like the way it feels with your arms around me. I like the way you smell when you've dressed like a classical gentlemen from the decades you were born too late to see. And I'm tongue tied with a need to put my pulses to rest so I bury my teeth into your neck to stop myself from doing things we might later regret.
But I do anyway since you're pale and redden quicker I slip lips against raw flesh to try and make it better, it's like I said, you find someone interesting and everything just goes worser to worst. And yet after an extra sixteen seconds and a drop home I couldn't find what to say first. For me silence is never my favorite kind of fun but you still managed to say with that twinkle in your eye "Have a good one". And I bit back a fast tongue perched to say "I already have".