Tonight, with shame, I longed for a kiss;
I never craved someone for as long as this.
Now you're asleep;
I feel your presence in my skin,
but do not dare to lay an eye on you
from across the room.

I don't want him,
not this person,
not this semi-pretty man,
but would die to taste his lips.

I just kinda wish you weren't gay.

© Anni