look. i’d love to love you. but i’ve fallen for all the wrong seasons and it’s getting hot out again. and then spring ends and i’m stuck here. i’m trapped. i’m worried there’s no coming back.
and here’s the first poem i’ll ever write about a love that isn’t mine yet. i knew i just had to meet you. i could read you stories til you fall asleep on the couch so you can pass out next to me. i’m sorry i didn’t stay. i’m sorry you couldn’t come home with me. i’m sure you’ll be there soon enough.
i’m sure this won’t end terribly. maybe you’re sweet, or maybe you’ve got a mean streak. you can hold my hand for hours while i figure it out. come closer, i won’t hurt you too much. just a little bit. just enough.






















