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
But because there’s a stigma now, I guess we’ll call these goals.
My first concert experience as a nine-year-old, plus what I learned that fateful day.
Sometimes, the hardest choices are the ones we have to make.
My first blog post!