Like acid on the tongue,

he's addicting, trippy, and I think

I've come undone

to his brown boy eyes,

boy lips with

boy words spewing from them

and I know

I must be seeing this through

warped vision because

He looks like a god

with a joint to his mouth

and a knife in his hand.

So perfect that I, secure as the

gun to my head, am hanging on

every last word

that boy's ever said.