Poetry Update: Him

This is the near-finished version of Him, which is the poem my highly-esteemed fellow poet suggested I continue to work on. So, of course, I did and this is what I have. Let me know of any thoughts, suggestions, etc. They are greatly appreciated.

Him

You and I are like

two sides of a coin

either way things land

only one of us wins

we are two sides

opposites

black and white,

and shades of gray

logic and knowledge,

and love and emotion

your weaknesses are

the monsters in your closet

no one knows about them except for you

at night they come out to play

but in the daylight
you lock them behind doors

of charisma and charm

humor and intellect

my weaknesses are
as vast and obvious

as the ocean

as necessary and terrifying

as the sea

but even in its weakest moments

a coin is still a coin

the opposing sides create the whole

So it turns out that me and you

We’re two sides

Of two very different coins

My mom warned me

About the bad boys

She said “all their words

Are just noise”

She taught me how

To spot them in a crowd

Spot them a mile off

And she would be so proud

Of how good I’ve gotten

At keeping them away

But she should’ve told me

About the good guys

The ones who discuss Monet

And the meaning of life and truth

Until you find yourself in love

Until I found myself in love

With you, one of the good guys

But we weren’t good

We were extraordinary

Launching ourselves up into

Lofty clouds of conversation

Like what will become of our generation?

What is love? and who is God?

But the fact that we never could answer

didn’t matter because He

Was always right there with us

In the endless coffee cups

And old book shops

Fancy dinners and late night walks

And after all this

We’d laugh our way back down to earth

I fell in love with how

I could see God reflected in your eyes

The way that life and intelligence

Flowed from your lips with such eloquence

The way our hands fit just right

Which was weird because

You aren’t quite my height

But we weren’t good to the end

Our death was a disaster

An ill-fated end as incredible

as our bewitching beginning

And after it I ran away faster

Than my heart could think

Because maybe if I got far enough away

The realization would never hit

But I forgot that

The further you get from home

The more people you meet

Who remind you of people back there

I keep running into

pieces of you everywhere

His hair, that kid’s walk

That stupid cardigan

The way he talks with his hands

And the high-brow jokes

and I wonder if it’s all a big hoax

some clever set-up

set up by the angels above

or maybe the devils below

because it means I can’t forget you

I cannot forget you

There are pieces of you

everywhere

And while you can never be

The worst part of my history

You are the best thing

That I ever regret