A poem about unrequited love and terminal cancer.
|One time I tried to write a story about a queer guy and a dying girl falling in love, and it didn’t work out great.
Why? Because I didn’t know I was six years away from experiencing it myself.
I’m terrified to love you, because you are the dying girl I wrote about six years ago.
I hate to say it like this, but WHEN you die, what will I do?
How will I move forward?
The doctor diagnosed you with terminal cancer and simultaneously diagnosed me with terminal stupidity for wanting you—
Even if we were still years away from meeting.
I wish I could carry you away from this place, even for a moment, just so we can have a moment alone.
I am the Queer Guy and you are the Dying Girl,
But I don’t want to just be a Queer Guy, and I’m sure you want more than to be a Dying Girl.
So for tonight, I am a prince, and you are a princess.
I want nothing more than for us to fall in love like we did once upon a dream.
I want nothing more than for you to be my princess.
I want nothing more than for this world not to be our reality.
And I want nothing more than a moment with you.
I want nothing more than to be with you; and not worry about the details of when you’ll die.
Because after all: I am a Queer Guy, and you are a Dying Girl.