the first poem about you
oh boy, i’m nervous
i’m thinking about your hair, strangely
i wish i could touch your sweaty hair

oh boy, i’m nervous
i've been so conditioned to be sad
thinking about your smile almost brings me to tears
i promise i’ll be better

i’ve been so conditioned to be sad
and the only thing i’ve cried about this week
was a movie about a boy’s first love who dies
and i realized that’ll never be me

the only thing i’ve cried about this week
was who i used to be before all of this
love and pain and loss
but now there’s someone new