RICHARD SIKEN ‘CRUSH’ MEME
but he’s trying to kill you
your life is over anyway.
you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy.
tell me we’ll never get used to it.
it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio.
tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake.
there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.
the world is no longer mysterious.
it’s thinking of stabbing us to death.
i like him and i want to be like him.
someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.
i wanted to take him home.
i was finding myself sleepless and he was running out of lullabies.
there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.
i’d like my money’s worth.
sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine.
i wore his jacket for the longest time.
i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.
tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.
who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.
you want a better story, who wouldn’t?
quit milling around the yard and come inside.
and no one can ever figure out what you want and you won’t tell them.
you don’t trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy.
you take the things you love and tear them apart.
i said kiss me here and here and here and you did.
these are the dreams we should be having.
i don’t think i can take this much longer.
i carried you to the car and drove you home but you weren’t making any sense.
i went to the riverbed to wait for you to show up. you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.
you want to die for love, you always have.
you’re going to die in your best friend’s arms.
someone’s pulling a gun and you’re jumping in the middle of it.
if you love me, you don’t love me in a way i understand.
there’s a bottle of whiskey in the trunk of the chevy and a dead man at our feet.
please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me?
you say ‘i’ll give you anything’ but you never come through.
you keep singing along to the song i hate. stop singing.
you’ve discovered something you don’t even have a name for.
you’re trying not to tell him that you love him.
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