Book of Poems

12/7

He is not cute,

he is so amazing,

and so beautiful

in a way that only a boy like him could be beautiful.

And he deserves so much more

than the shit

and the piss

and the vomit

that run in the streets of this

small and unheard-of town;

he deserves

the stars, and the moon,

and he deserves galaxies upon galaxies.

He deserves to leave this puss-filled shithole

that we call our hometown.

He deserves to leave behind its memories

and its people,

even me.

I'll miss him,

but he deserves the world and then some,

and as long as he gets the beauty of choice at his fingertips,

I'll be happy someday, too.