I hope that one day you look at her,
And you see my eyes staring back at you.
I hope your pulse starts racing and your words
Tangle over each other,
And you have to blink over and over again
Just to make sure you imagined it.
I hope some day, you’ll tell her you love her,
And my name burns unsaid in the back of your throat
With such an intensity that no amount of alcohol
You try to rinse it away with later that night
Will be able to stop the ache.
And I hope that when you’re tripping over your steps and words
From the booze coursing through your veins,
You search your phone for my number
And listen as the dial tone goes on and one,
Because I’m not there for you anymore.
I hope you make your way back to her place
And find yourself in her bed
So surrounded by by her presence, her smell, her voice,
Which is so far from mine
And you feel so boxed in by it all
As you remember what it was like
To sleep next to me instead.
I hope it hits you like a brick every time
You remember me,
And God, I hope you never forget.
- Person: you don't look gay
- Me: yeah sorry I forgot my flannel, rainbow flag and strap on at home.