poetry for wet cement

wish i was ur boy

its been over for a yr or so;

i should have left a few tears ago.
but now even when im touching u,
i still feel alone. &
while im down on my knees -
u still have me rly low, & everything is still broke
b/c my needs are nothing. apparently -
drinking & my favourite drugs just to feel something.
can u love me back, please?
- will u just give me anything?
- but mixing things i shouldnt be in between