Scribble to a Missing Lover

Do you think I enjoy quoting Fall Out Boy?
Do you wonder if I speak you with every other syllable to fill the blanks ‘til our next date?
Do you really think that I derive a sick and masochistic pleasure from missing you?
Well yep, I do.
It’s a lovely excuse for raunchy shameful fantasies abound
While it’s been a month since the singular time I
Touched those lucrative little lips to mine and
I haven’t dreamt of ‘em since because
I spend sleepless weeks strangling the air
Beside me in bed
Where you obviously are not and that’s perfectly okay
‘Cause my bed’s too small to fit you and y’know what else is?
My mouth heheh no not really I just ruined the poem… sorry…
When I ain’t gagging on that, I am on the words
Sickly sweet like teenage couples’ Facebook statuses
Because oh my GOD, how can I be eloquent when
Socrates knew one thing: That he knew nothing
But the one thing I know anymore is far more applicable, and that is you
So you are my epiphany, my philosophy, the reason I’d
Run naked down the road screaming “Eureka!”
Tellin’ my church the good news:
Regardless of legality, no one cares if you look at porn,
But who needs it when you’re home tomorrow?