A Collection of Poems

My King (pt. 4)

I hide the silver bracelet I asked him out with from my parents.
They are okay with rings and religious necklaces,
But they believe bracelets are too effeminate for men to adorn,
And that only females and demonspawn ("fags") wear bracelets.

We avoid each other for months until the end of our second year at uni,
This is 6 months after I asked him out. He messages me,
Tells me his boyfriend broke up with him and he needs comforting,
I ask if I should come over and he says that would be amazing.

I go over to his house with chocolates and his favourite film,
I make us mac n cheese and 2 of my renowned cuppas,
We sit together on his bed while he tells me everything,
After that, we watch his favourite film to help him calm down.

A month or so later, he asks me 2 odd things after class,
He asks if I'm taken, and if the partner offer still stands,
I tell him I'm still single and that it does still stand,
He asks me if he could be the yin to my yang.

I squeal, say yes and take him home with me,
I grab the bracelet and go back to his place,
I put the silver bracelet on his wrist,
In front of his parents, as a rite of passage.

We kiss, full of love and tenderness,
We spend the rest of the afternoon bring simps,
We make our relationship public at uni,
Life is amazing no, I think to myself.