Call me Cocky...Fuck it I'm honest.... A poem by Christian Smith Jr

my speech ain’t bravado,
so don’t assume i’m being cocky when i tell you there’s no he that will love you better. there is no him that will hold you longer, miss you stronger — long for you harder — this man doesn’t exist.

i’m conflicted — somewhere between confidence & wisdom,
there ain’t a man alive with more pride to swallow. no better lover will come tomorrow because there is no dude that will love you like this. see past the bullshit, disregard the arguments, & love you regardless. you won’t find him because he doesn’t exist.
he can’t. 

i was created to love you in ways undocumented. i made it through grade school, passed every year, & grabbed that diploma. i snagged papers clearly stating that i spent twelve years & then some learning to love you like this.