star, baby

I need him to break my heart again, just so I can love him with everything I got. These soulless fucks got nothing on the feeling of real heartbreak and some good old revenge. And that shit painful, I guess: in contrast, the love that I feel seems even more significant, more unwavering. Steady, like those frequencies bouncing off club walls.

You, your body, your mind, facing you like facing function one. Head on. Game on — there is beauty, a complete loss of control. Pain. I can make myself a home here, though. I can get used to this, used to you, used to being

STAR, Baby, my new song will be out on May 22nd. And this feeling, a constant unknown somewhere between love and hurt — that’s what this is about. You know damn well this is what being queer feels like — and the more I talk to straight people… I don’t think they understand. And that’s okay. But: we have to create the art that speaks of our existence ourselves. I try to do that.

And somehow I still want you, still need you, you make me feel like the centre of attention, and I do, I wanna feel like a star. What does it mean to be a star? I guess I’ll be one in your eyes, and that’s enough for me. I just know I cant do it alone, I need your approval and I’ll do anything for it.

I need you. To feel like a star. To feel my best. I need your skin, I need to make out with you. See? That red light? I can tell we look good. I’m shy and shit but not with you. I like looking at myself like this, and even though I can sense the hurt inside, I push forward cause I create beauty with you. So turn the red light on, baby. I’m a star, baby.

And maybe you hurt me because it does you good in this way — you know I fuck harder when I’m hurt, so you do that shit on purpose. It’s fine cause we’re young, like. We do this for fun, although it doesn’t feel like fun most of the time. You make my mind go numb and then use my body, for your pleasure.

I feel like a star, baby, when you touch me.

 

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