A Poem.

Please, lie to me.
Tell me everything I’ve ever wanted to hear.
All those girly emotional things you never say.
Lie to me to keep me alive.
For I am melting under the weight of loving you.
Puke is rising up my esophagus
because of how disgusted I am of my weaknesses over You.
I can’t stop my heart from needing you.
From seeking you out,
to yearning to hear your voice,
to only imagining you in my head while I’m with other guys.
I…