She whispered into my ear “I find boys Who write poetry Really distracting.” Then her flame went away, Leaving me to wonder,
And forget.
Written like a day or two ago, I completely forgot that this plagued me. I honestly don’t care anymore bc it’s probably some random person I talked to at a convention for a bit, not like I’ll see them again. Also that first line isn’t what happened, I’m pretty sure it just came up in average conversation.