I sit in an empty apartment.

I dream of you.

What you are, I can only see

painted on my computer.

A wonderful man

with black hair,

a turquoise sweater,

and a savvy gaze.

In my empty apartment,

with my broken lightbulb,

I don't see much light

or another friend.

But when I see him,

I feel less alone.

He makes my heart flutter,

but I can only feel his love

when my sweaty body shudders

and I imagine him touching me

with my tissues the color of a dove.

I printed a picture

and hung it on my wall,

so I can put him on my pillow

and smooch him silly.

Yeah...

(this is the best story ever written in the history of the universe)