Poems and stuff

'That'

I used to think I knew what love was.

I thought I knew my sexuality,

and when she came, my heart had a buzz.

On love, she had given me clarity.

She was perfectly straight.

I had no chance with her I knew.

For her, I'd always wait.

So perfect, like a Mary Sue.

But as the days continued,

that buzz grew stronger and stronger.

Thereafter, I could conclude

that I'd hope to be her lover.

Now I stay awake at night,

wondering where she is,

what she is doing, outright.

I yearn to talk to her.

I'm pining awfully too deep

on a beautiful straight girl

who moved away without a peep

and makes my stomach swirl still.

Yes, her name might mean 'that',

but she's much more, I promise.

'Cause my heart's at combat

with the practical abyss.