Hot Mess (with audio)
HOT MESS
You made
me feel
I had
to hide
everything about
myself when
I was
much younger,
whilst I
fancied the
hell out
of you
straight man.
Tonight, I
bumped into
you on
way to
queer poetry
night in
London Bridge.
That second,
I became
hot mess.
Pulled on
strings of
your backpack
to stop
you and
say hi.
Quick hug
as you
ran for
train or
were you
running away
from me?
Even now,
in just
twenty seconds,
you pulled
my strings.
I could
almost hear
the symphony pounding out my heart.