I met you leaning on the counter at that crowded coffee place,
You flashed that perfect, devastating smile and time just froze in place.
You asked my name like it mattered — like I mattered — like you meant it,
And for one stupid magical second, I felt heaven crack and let me in it.
You flirted like I was worth it, like I wasn’t just some background scene,
Like maybe I was someone shining, not invisible like I’d always been.
Every look you gave was lightning, every laugh rewired my fate,
And standing there inside your orbit?
I felt like I was someone great.
Oh, I think I struck gold,
Oh, I think love just found me,
Got my heart doing backflips, angels singing all around me.
If this is how it starts, then baby, I can’t wait —
’Cause every sign is screaming that you
Just might be my soulmate.
But then the texts went quiet — one day, then two, then practically a week,
And every buzz my phone made felt like a false alarm I was scared to peek.
I checked our chats like crime scenes, searching for clues I must have missed,
Did I talk too much? Laugh too loud? Did I ruin it when we kissed?
I felt stupid, kinda desperate, kinda wishing I could disappear,
One half heartbroken, one half Googling, “Does ghosting mean he hates being queer?”
I replayed every moment like some sad detective on TV,
Trying to solve the tragic mystery:
Why you didn’t want to talk to me.
Now I’m feeling so small,
Like I’m the discount version,
Like loving me’s a clearance-rack emotional excursion.
Was I too much? Not enough? Did I scare you away?
’Cause you ghosted me so hard it shook
My whole self-worth that day.
Then a month goes by, and boom — your smiling face pops on my feed,
Engaged to some cute woman like your life’s a Hallmark scene.
Engaged?! After ghosting me? After flirting like you meant it?
Like did I get the understudy role
While she was the main event?
Was I a side quest? A warm-up act? A practice run before the show?
Did you date us both simultaneously like a bisexual rodeo?
And look — she’s gorgeous, good for you — but it hit like a tidal wave:
Did I do something so catastrophically bad
You converted out of sheer self-preservation?
Did I turn you straight?
Was my kissing that tragic?
Did my flirting kill the vibe like faulty dollar-store magic?
Tell your fiancée I’m sorry for the twist of fate —
But babe, I’m still just trying to figure out
How the heck I turned you straight.
(…Or were you never gay?)
’Cause honestly I’m shocked you found
Your soulmate in two days.
Kaimanguy
