All of his grace and finger grazing across my spine, melting my marrow and pooling into longing. I remember you as often as I'd like to forget, but apparently she sparked change in you? Did she you crush you unmerciful as you did to all the other feeble ones? Is that why you wanted her back? To mark eternity on your fingers. But what do you even know about eternity, immortal love and such and such, two headed boy? You are as amateur and aloof as ever. Little garcon did you grow up? Or is it just another infamous and well put together front? Me, my form lacks substance for right now but I'm stretching my lovestrings and I lie with my mouth. Ever wishing this blue orb(ed) boy would want me the same as on the night I said goodbye, adieu, to unending youth. Or was it the end?