song only about you

once upon a time,
I passed you by on the
subway as you sold
yourself in a big marquee
on a street corner.
you were a stranger, but
you were my everything.
I never knew what a
crush felt like until I
began to experience blue
balls just thinking of
you. I wanted more than
just fluttering page leafs
you were a blur of my
sinister fantasies.
therefore, I often imagined
you as a helpless, angelic
waif that needed a hero.
I stood over you while you slept.
just a touch away made me
erotically satisfied.
you don't have to die
for me--just gasp and cry
for me me, how we came
so horribly close.
admit that you were
wrong.
you were a centerfold
deceiving every panting
onlooker that he was
the one you wanted.
I will forgive you
as long as you accept
this song.