I picked you out from a crowd because of your neon green shirt. I said "I like your shoes." and you said "Thanks. Can I follow you?" Even though that was truly odd I went with it. So we went up the stairs into my room. When we got there I poured some wine, then I asked your name and you asked the time. I look at the clock It's two o' clock and the club is closed right up the block. And with that you put your hands on me, with your cock pressing hard against my jeans. Your tounge in my mouth trying keep the words from coming out. The best thing was that you didn't care to know who may have been here before you.

You were to sad to give a fuck if we had sex. You said you didn't have much time so I said "I've got the money if you've got the time." And from there, we fucked. After the our night of love making, I finally asked you what you were doing here at the hotel your reply was weird. "Where is the kid with the chemicals, I thought he said to meet him here. But I'm not sure." So I just shut up ' cause I was clueless what you were talking about. Then my mind went blank, we both forgot where you parcked your car so I suggested to take the train. Even though I had practice I'll meet up with the boys in the morning.

I'm just a bad actor with bad habits. And you were a bag singer that just played tragic. The phone was ringing and the boys were leaving but I didn't care I just wanted to keep touching and keep moaning. I was still drunk from last night -- so drunk I couldn't talk. -- I will still always remember when you moaned out " I've got a hunger and can't seem to get full..." And after what seemed like another decade you finally whispered " I need some meaning to memorize, the kind that always seem to slip my mind."

And that was the last time I saw you. And now since you're gone I can finally be honest. I didn't want a lover I had to love. And now I don't know what happened to you, if you're still alive, or if you're married. But I miss you. And now I can say this without sounding like a cold hearted bastard. Love is no story book! Love is an excuse to get hurt! And if you are reading this right now then remember me and make sure this stays in your head.

"Do you like to hurt?"

"I do! I do!"

"Then hurt me."

Hurt me again. It'll be like old time sakes.

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