Kurt Damare

"hi"

That's what he sends me when he misses me,
or when he wants to talk to me,
but does not really have anything to say.
It's his excuse to talk to me.
Baby, I crave that silly little excuse.

I kissed a boy.
His name was not Kurt Damare.
His name was Joe Benny.
While Joe Benny and I have not kissed in months.
I secretly regret it.
One, because it will keep me attached.
Which, it has managed to do in a matter of moments.
Two, because I love Kurt Damare.

I kissed a boy.
His name still was not Kurt Damare.
His name was Cam'ron Tabatabai.
While I have not seen Cam'ron Tabatabai in over two years.
I secretly regret it.
One, because it will keep me attached.
Which, it has managed to do in a matter of moments.
Two, because I love Kurt Damare.

I miss a boy.
His name was Kurt Damare.
His name will always be Kurt Damare.
While, I wish and hope that he will love me back.
I secretly know he won't.
One, because I make too many mistakes.
Which, I have successfully proven in the chances he's provided.
Two, because I know Kurt Damare better than anyone on this Earth.

He was nice to me.
That Kurt Damare, boy?
He was gentle and kind.
He was thankful, and sweet.
That is the Kurt Damare that I miss.
Actually, I even miss asshole Kurt Damare.

Every time I cross a railroad track,
I hold my breath and lift my feet.
The wish I utter to myself,
Is that of you loving me back.
It's a worthless wish.
But I'll never stop trying.
I dont' give up that easily.