Dysfunctions

F r a n k

Games are fun,
But people are better.

Manipulator is an understatement
For how I do things.
And the great thing is
I’ve come to terms with this.
I know I’d do anything to get what
I want.

If I want drugs,
I’ll fuck a few guys for money.
If I want love,
I’ll call up the many willing suitors
I’ve collected in my contacts.
If I want sex,
It’s practically mine for the taking.

Sadly the man I want
Sex from is a little more complicated
Than that.
Maybe it’s the fight I’m so
Addicted to?

I stand outside of Jimmy’s Bar,
Watching as the neon lit sign
Burns threw the glass window.

I’m on a mission.
A mission for Mikey
And a mission for myself.

I put out the cigarette that
Laid idly between my lips
And prepare to enter.

The doors swing beside me as I
Step into the seemingly empty room.

I spot Gerard at the
Bar, his Head down.
I chuckle and let my feet
Carry me over to his
Slumped over body.

“Hey Gee…” I say,
His head snapping up
To look at me.

His face contorts into
A sour look,
“What are you
doing here?”

Notes

WOW ITS BEEN 4 MONTHS.
Sorry writers blocks a bitch, but here an extremely short chapter, basically the next chapter is gonna be a follow up to this. Hopefully I'll get to writing it sooner than 4 months. Sorry for being so neglectful, pls dont kill me!