You became my best friend
There was only me and you
You're Chucky and I'm Billy Boyd
Best pals to the very end
When I was down you lifted me up
You went everywhere with me
My right- and left-hand man
Our connection sicker than two girl's one-cup
Night after night, day after day
My family gets angry when we tango
They do not understand why I hang with you
Never will they get how you make my inner pain go away
I would fall apart if I didn't have you by myside
You hold me together
Help me be brave and not hide
You're my on-the-go glue
With you goosebumps rise beneath my battered flesh
I despise the hold and power I have given to you
Every time I try and walk away you taunt and tempt me
You're bad news and turn my body to mesh
I am addicted to you, your sharp personality can be sweet
Then at times it turns bitter
Like Sour Patch kid candy
I know I have to let you go, but I can't
People see the ugly scars you left on me
Total defeat
I love you but I hate you
Where and who could I be without you in my life
Probably a shook-up Sprite bottle with the top still on it
Waiting to be released
I love you, I hate you, and I don't want to let you go
I hate you, I love you, my bloody pocket knife
Breezy Cephus is a homeless youth activist who helped coordinate the recent Windy City Times' LGBTQ Homeless Youth Summit. This is the first of a series of columns Breezi will be be contributing to Windy City Times.