I'm missing the boy in the next very town.
I wish he were still around me.
Last saw him with a rainbow wrapped around his shoulders,
Cute, blue hair and without his glasses.
We met through being a rarer 3 kinds of queer.
We're the same in those ways at least,
So he helped me accept myself more in the following days -
Another reason I'd love if he were here,
Another reason we could be so good together.
Last saw him in June.
I was invited to next see him in green September too
Since I'm too tender to text his number.
But I hope that we could disencumber each other from sadness,
Stay together in ember jumpers of a fresh Autumn;
That's hopefully spent close together
To keep our boy wonder
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missing the boy from the next town
Poetryyeah I met this guy at a trans support group, spent pride with him, now I'm over my crush on him since he has a boyfriend - profound and anticlimactic backstory we're friends now. see him once a week. I don't like the ending of this poem so like it...
