Y.S.E. (You're So Emo)

1.

Have you ever seen someone so beautiful
That you wanted to die?
I could look at you forever and find
Something new every minute
That I’ve loved all the time.

2.

I was going to write you
A love song,
But then I remembered
You don’t love me back,
So I threw the paper away
And typed this instead.

3.

You won't remember my kiss
because you were asleep,
dreaming
of someone else
and not me.
But that's okay-
I dream too,
though
I don't mind admitting
it's just about you.

4.

If I went away
you could play
much better.

But that's assuming
you even care
one way or the other.

Danny lay across Mark's bed, his extra-small, blank, white T-shirt halfway up his hairless belly, his tight, low-slung black jeans slung lower with making himself comfortable, a ruffle of green boxers edging out above his belt. Mark watched him as he read his work, his eyes slipping underneath the looseleaf pages and down the boy's fatless length to the knot on the left side of his zipper, which mirrored his own, if a bit larger.

"Wow, you really must have loved...her?"

"Her?" Mark grinned until he saw a smile spread across Danny's face. "Yes, I was very much in love. Still am."

"Aww, that's sweet-"

"It's hell-"

"Yeah." Danny laid the sheets of paper between them on the New York Giants-clad comforter, then turned on his side toward Mark, his shaggy head resting on his hand.

"Because when I fall for somebody, I fall quickly and I fall hard and it's difficult for me to get back up-" Mark turned onto his side to face his friend, his poetry crumpling under him. "Do you know what I mean?"

Danny nodded. Then looked to Mark's lips. Then his neck. And his black T-shirt and white jeans. And back up. "I like that choker." He put a finger to it, pressing it into Mark's collarbone. "Is that real bone?"

"It's human teeth-"

Danny laughed.

Mark grabbed the inverted cross that hung from Danny's gold necklace. "This is pretty cool-"

Danny laughed again, going quiet as his eyes locked onto Mark's glaring irises.

Mark tightened his grasp on the cross. "You look so much like him-"

"I'm not him-"

"Good-" And he pulled Danny's face to his, their hungry lips crashing softly together.