The lovesick unloved at 1AM

And why won't you fucking look me in the eyes, when I'm all you can see as my face is turned?
You can't even admit emotion, as if you were numb.
I would've fucked you then and there, I would have loved you, would have kissed you -
Had you not been such a coward.
But it's always that way, with men.
Sleeping with men, is nights alone spent in company.
And it's not as if my being foreign counts for shit in any case,
Because it's not as if you don't speak my language.
What is language, communication, anyway?
The sounds that come out of our lips,
The touch and movements that interconnect, allowing us to interact with one another.
Why can't it be that simple?
I call you, you call me.
Happy and free.
None of this nonsense about seeing each other again at a later time in life,
No regrets, and no jealousy attached.
Just love.
Fulfilling need.
Bodies made of coffee and cigarettes.
Something like a warm heart feeling, nothing sexual.
And if I can't have that,
If I can't even have a taste,
Then tell me lies,
Tell me sweet little lies at least.