I don’t want to be the one you call at the end of a long night. I don’t want to be the thought you think after drowning yourself in alcohol. I don’t want to be the one you sleep next to because your first choice is sleeping next to someone else. I don’t want to be the one you walk down the aisle with after you’ve had your fun and realize it was always supposed to be me. I don’t want to be the one you finally notice when I begin to improve. I don’t want to be your secret. I don’t want you to want my body and not my mind. I don’t want to be your sexual release because the girls you have been seeing in public don’t do it for you.
I want someone who is completely infatuated with me and not afraid of admitting it to the world.
Love is complicated, but gay love is much more so I think.