did you ever stop to think, before you call me stuck up and bitchy that maybe its not you that i want? and maybe its the guilt that is pressing on me and holding me in place and won't let me have those luscious thoughts about that guy right there maybe its not that maybe its the metallica music that is present in my mind and refuses to go away or maybe its because jimmy shot you down and all of a fucking sudden you're attracted to me maybe its that maybe its because youre an asshole and i don't like assholes could that be it or maybe its because you smoke like a goddamn chimney and i can't stand you could that be it? or could it be i hate rough trade and you look like a goddamn s&m'er? or maybe it could be_and i guess this is it- that you are a jackass, and like any other self-respecting homosexual, maybe i just don't want to cause no one else is living this way.Birth sign: Aries
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