Its Him Or No One At All
I admit I look at pretty girls
Most I don’t think about after that
In that way I’m a straight man
But not a cis one
I could be a lesbian, I guess
But only in a way that would be frown upon
Because I do like guys
Guy, in specific
And it’s barely like anymore
Love
I love this man
If I cannot be his I will be a straight guy
I’ll fish
Listen to heavily metal music
I will be homophobic if I must
I’ll drink the gay away
I’ll go home with girls I don’t know
I’ll go bald young
I’ll have a few kids
By then I guess I’d be a raging alcoholic because no amount of alcohol will ever make me as straight as I can pretend to be
I know I’d disappoint myself by then, and most definitely not be a man he’d be able to love
This poem would be the most I have to give him
A poem from years ago
From the one that wouldn’t give up for him
The one that is still listening to the music and sending text messages
The friend he can talk to
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