weapon of choice

oh, to my beautiful boy

you don’t know how i love you

(and you know that i don’t really know either –

i’m just following this twist life’s thrown in my face)

i want to scream it out sometimes

(but that would be too overdramatic)

and

i can’t even understand how you can

be both my twisting blade

and my sympathetic patron saint

because you are so beautiful,

so beautiful

(and i want you so badly)