the gay carrie bradshaw

i'm the gay carrie bradshaw 

don't you know? 

we are both writers

in our ways 

we both have big hair 

in our ways 

we are both libra's 

in the only way you can be a libra

we both love big 

well she loves Big 

and i love BIG

on the other hand 

with our differences 

that are many 

and countless

i quite like a shag 

and a good conversation about it 

she somehow writes a column called 

sex and the city 

and never wants to talk about sex 

it is all grimaces 

and covered faces 

at the coffee shop 

and that is 

alright? 

i guess ! 

but back to how we both love big 

well she loves Big 

and i love BIG

i love hard 

and i love huge 

i'm a goner 

i'm a sucker 

and that's all before we 

fucked 

i hold you close to me 

softly 

but 

i fall hard 

in love 

i fall hard 

on my face 

from falling 

hard

in love 

it starts and ends so quickly 

i am left to 

wonder why 

when i should have just 

cried and cried and cried 

...

and moved on 

pretended

like he, or she or they 

died 

i always thought i loved BIG

because i'm a leo venus

or something like that 

but i am finding

more and more

i just love Big

that illusive larger-than-life 

person 

i can't quite hold 

in my hand 

they are lovely 

and kind 

and cosy 

and mine 

for a while 

but they are slippery 

they glitter in limerence 

they are guilded and gold 

tall 

and bright 

gorgeous 

and handsome 

they are Big 

and they are BIG

like a thomas j price statue 

i want to love 

tall 

and large 

and bright 

and BIG

i don't want to love 

Big