This isn't him
With the dandruff beanie
Secret man bun
And irresponsive lipsHim who I refuse to like anymore than I absolutely have to
This is different
He's a friendWho's just like me
But for himBeing gay
Is the best thing in the world
It's a gift from god
He parades it
Like he's never been hated beforeBut it's refreshing
He has this overzealous confidenceWith little academic interest
But an overload of of sexual humor to make up for it
But when he's honest
RealWhen you see a glimspe of vulnerability
It's sweet
And makes up for less redeeming moments.
But I can't blame that on him
He's alot like me
We share anxieties
But like sexuality
His is more apparent
And all this
Reminds me
Of what people told me
That for me, it would be so much harder
I think that maybe he might have heard something similar
Most gay people do
But for him
Him
Overconfident him
It doesn't matter
YOU ARE READING
Shit rant poems
PoetryThere are so so so many typos and one day, I'll fix them all.....maybe