another poem about a boy who doesn’t deserve my poetry.
a poem about me because today I’m sad and I let a boy influence my mood more than he should have.
Maybe one day I’ll let you read this
a quick poem about a girl in a gallery.
But because there’s a stigma now, I guess we’ll call these goals.
“Fold 1000 paper cranes
and you will be granted one wish”
My first concert experience as a nine-year-old, plus what I learned that fateful day.