perfect boy
although with flaws
you belong to her, to her
the red queen, only gorgeous,
a girl you dare-i-say love,
but you love the bronze statue, too,
and perhaps the porcelain tramp,
your list of loves-not-lovers is
long, inevitably long,
filled with lords and ladies
pimps and whores
yet void of mice, vermin like me
just another
pining, hopeless child
i know you hate those, boy-rosaline
but your fair romeo girl
she will wait forever
(i swear,
and i shall not find myself
a replacement, a juliet
i shall not die
in vain with him)