I'm not sure what the name of the game is. It's not a fun game, but we play it. Day after Day. Week after Week. And it's going on months now. I can't really even remember when it started. Maybe when his relationship with Sticks ended. It was doomed from the begining anyways.
But I don't need to get into that. Maybe it started after we got stuck up in the jungle together. Or maybe it was one of the many other possible times. Not really sure. No one really know's bout us, and I ain't qutiet sure if I want them to. I ain't ashamed or nothing it's just a pretty big thing to say. To admit. And what he and I do together. That's not a big thing. At least I been telling myself that.
The longer we keep up this hate hate fuck fest. The more it becomes. And yeah I ain't into all this sentimental bull-shit. But it's true, and it ain't goin' away. I could dig a hole and bury it, and it would just come runnin' back at full force. Like a charging boar or somethin'. And I know there won't be no buryin' 'cept for me in him and him in me. And it's gonna be more 'cause after a while you get tired or movin' after ecstasy. The longer ya stay at night the more it means.
And we was probably the least expected to fuck around with each other, but I'm sure stranger shit's happened. So yeah we keep playin' these crazy games. Games with our body's. Games with our minds. And a million other fucked up games that we just keep inventin'. And I'm not sure what our main game is.
But I think it's name could be love.