its way easier to be a fool the a girl.
Or maybe those just go together when your me,
either way, i became a fool for poetry little over a year ago.
The world was my muse, i still remember, how i covered the pages and my walls in sticky notes.
The things that i wrote.
I never thought of myself as poet tho, no, i was just me.

And then you came, and i wasnt just with my words anymore.
You were there, you paid atrention, you listened to the rhymes that i wrote.

You...