Roxas, sometimes, you make me wish
That I had gills and was a fish
So I could dive into the blue of your eyes
And swim forever.

Roxas, sometimes, you make me dream
Dirty things and I wake up with a scream
Of climax stuck inside my throat
And the sheets a sticky mess.

Roxas, sometimes, you make me feel
Lost and confused, and I want to steal
Your heart to give me solace,
To help me find my way.

Roxas, sometimes, you make me want
To show off, to be the best, to flaunt
Myself, just so that you'll look my way.
Even a few seconds would be alright.

Roxas, sometimes, you make me need
To clench my hands to stop the greed
And jealousy that comes over me
Every time I see you with someone else.

Roxas, sometimes, you make me sigh,
Because I want you enough to die,
I want to see you and smile,
And not be afraid that I'll be rejected.

Roxas, sometimes, you make me smile.
It's bitter, because it's been a while
Since you greeted me in the hallways.
What am I doing wrong?

Roxas, sometimes, you make me cry.
Soft tears, soft sobs, until my eyes
Turn red and puffy, and I have to use
Makeup to conceal my hurt.

Roxas, sometimes, you make me cut.
So the blood scarlets across the floor; my eyes slide shut,
And I pick up the knife once more
And stab and stab and stab until there is nothing left to feel.