I'm a stop

He was my first love, not proud of the way we did it.
He drilled holes in my heart, couldn't defeat it.
Never broke, never patient.
"Paying just to look, is that called paychecks?"
Metaphorical sublimation taken literally.
He fucked good. I loved good.
He had a sugar daddy and a mummy too.
We were in sync most of the time, but time is an illusion so nothing was mine.
He's got Aids nows, not the help but the disease
Eating him away, bit by bit.
Misery took a hold of him, by the testicles.
He's scared as fuck now, his master plan; suicide.
It haunts his soul and plagues his mind
No words to describe what you can't define.
He wasn't my first love.
Oh dear me!
To tell the truth, he was my first fuck.
No strings attached, the glass ceiling is all broken.
My heart still intact, but yet unopened.
Though he took my life, I did not die.
Till I get another, I float in the skies.
I hope you enjoyed my life as much as I would have loved to live it?
The long and short of it is that....
Life is dying, and death is love.