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Your chest is as big as the biggest brick wall and oh,
your heart is even bigger. Impossibly bigger.
I’m knee high to a grasshopper and I certainly
couldn’t hit the side of a barn, do you know what I mean?
I mean that I’m inadequate. Entirely inadequate.
The place between your neck and your shoulders is where
your smell is born and I would bury myself there
like an ostrich if you weren’t so goddamn solid.
I love how that Journey song gives you goose bumps and
that other song by that other guy brings tears to your eyes.
And speaking of crying, do you remember when you
cried, I mean cried in my arms on your bed?
Because I showed you that poem that reminded you of
your sweetly deceased grandmother.
And I swear I felt our souls touching a little.
Or maybe that was your erection pressing against my thigh.
Lying next to me always seems to give you a boner
no matter what mood you’re in.
I’m always wearing your boxers and you’re always wearing my
mind on your sleeve, how is it that you know what I’m thinking
or feeling or mulling over or dreading so often?
Are you my brother? I think you’re my brother.
But I know you know that incest turns me on. Yeah,
I think you know it and I think
I’m way way too fucked up for you but who cares, right?
Best friends means best friends means, right?
Forever is forever, after all.
Right?
