I'm going to garuntee, to set you free.
The past couple of days have been a little rough.
I walked into a bathroom that had
"Matt Monahan Is Going to Die. Faggot."
written in permenant marker,
floor to ceiling.. stall to mirror,
at the art-hall bathrooms, at school.
Hm.
Right when i thought i was at my breaking point,
convulsing in anger,
shaking in fear,
Mr.Angel swooped down and made it all better.
I was working in the back room at my place of employment,
[i didn't want to deal with the horrid fucking customers]
and my manager comes back and tells me i have some people waiting.
Naturally, i think it's Miss Business, so i ask to go on break.
He agrees, and walks me to the lobby,
where MR.Angel, Girlfriend, and Miss Business are waiting with
flowers,
baloons,
a wrapped present,
and bamboo?
I thought it was a cute addition to the cornecopia of surprise.
i was so excited,
i ran up to all of them,
and hugged them as tightly as i could.
(not girlfriend too tight, she's frail)
After my break, i finish working,
then head out to leave.
the gang was waiting,
and we all proceeded to go to my house.
a HUGE mamosa and 6 shots of rum later,
i was running and dancing in the rain with Mr.Angel and Girlfriend.
We come back in,
and head to bed.
Mr.Angel has this smell to him.
I don't know what it is.. but it's familliar,
and i like it.
Although he didn't cuddle with me very much that night,
He made up for it the next morning.
It felt really good to lie in the arms of a man.
Specifically, it felt really good to lie in his arms.
This boy is absolutly magic.
i don't know how he did it,
but i had a smil eon my face all night.
Ha, i think about him, and i smile.
Darn It!
I just hope he feels the same way.
[otherwise he'll run for the hills]
Matty B.
