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