Every time you see me I look better. And I coulda had it had I wanted it.
Not to overuse the H word but I hope my mirror isn’t lying to me. I hope you get the hints I drop. Cause they ramble so hard when they bounce on the floor. That I don’t hold eye contact with anyone that talks to me. There’s so much going on behind the scenes that you don’t know about. There’s so many things I keep inside that I wish you’d know about.
Cloud nine, I’m in the aether. I haven’t felt this fresh in forever. Summer, smooth like aluminum. I take a sip, it’s refreshing, it’s heaven. That mojito in my gums. That hot dog in my buns. That highest self esteem. It’s almost like you’re already mine. I see you everywhere. Your smile haunts me beautifully.
Even in my sleep I see it. I wake up, first thing I feel it. But I still go to gay clubs to get drunk. But I don’t get attached to these twinks cause I’m in love. Not to misuse the L word but I love how I feel when you look at me. When I see you look in my peripherals. And when I catch you staring too. Must mean I love you?
Every time I see you, you look prettier. You take gorgeous to the next level. I’ve been so on edge and I’m about to fall into you. This feels like a fever dream. A roller coaster to sound cliché but it’s true. What helps is knowing no one’s in my way to you. I’m my only competition. And though some days I doubt it’ll come to fruition I’m still on a mission. And you’ll say “no” to my gorgeous corpse with jewels around my neck. Cause I’m not walking away like that. Not when I can rise above all or miserably fail.
But I believe in victories. Cause every time you see me I look better. I’m on that endorphin diet. And in feels all over the air. I coulda had it had I wanted it. But I know what I deserve.
Poem #3 off my 10th poetry collection “GAY CLASSICS”