In bed I would dream up an us,
and I admit that I'm still engrossed.
He's the only one I want,
but his affection I could never sow.
I assumed he returned my love,
yet without him I perpetually woke.
I was sure my life was done,
that the grim reaper was invoked
But twice Death played me dumb,
yet one day I'll clutch my throat.
I don't have to force his love,
naturally on my sorrow, I'll one day choke.