John made me write my first poem.
Jimmy, on the other hand,
Made me write a book of poems
John made listening to songs, lovely~
But I made a playlist
Which reminds me of Jimmy.
Jimmy told me I look beautiful everyday
But always point my imperfections
Told me to be this and that, his preferred options
John supports me for what I do
Jimmy, needs to be reminded
Of what to do
I look forward to his messages—Jimmy
But I get none in return
Unfortunately
John looks forward to messaging me
But I don't know the extent
Of his sincerity
I found a new self when I met Jimmy
I left my comfort zone and
Had my many firsts for him
They both caught my eyes at first glance.
The other I drew, the other I sang for
John or Jimmy? I don't know anymore
I saw a future with Jimmy
But had it all erased
When John came to me
I liked John first.
But when I liked Jimmy,
I was willing to go far for him.
Until, John came running by
Saying it's not too late for him
Is it just life's biggest trick?
For me to choose but I don't know
Who to pick
John or Jimmy?
Guess, time's gonna tell who's the right guy for me.
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Dear Poets, Go to Hell!
PoetryDear poets, It's funny how you know our pain, give life to our grief by inking what we can't directly say. Please, Go to hell! -- This book is a collection of poems about faith, hope, social issues, social stereotypes, trends, dating, sadness, and...
