It starts with…

A crush
couplets of lovey-dovey mush:
“I can’t stop thinking of you gerl,
You, my one and only world”

An infatuation
seeing you from a distance
hiding behind pillars, ensuring my feet
light as a nimble lion
better to view you from afar without any resistance
jotting down every dimple, every description, every deets.
Why are there so many “hair as smooth as silkpro” references in my early poems?

Unrequited love
because when words fail
this bespectacled boy turned to words on a page
of hearts derailed and feelings caged
of absent male figures and unfettered rage
it starts with “one thing I don’t know why” he
references to fiery lyrics and inspirational quote
better copied words on a page than the author to implode.

Heartbreak
every poet writes from a place of pain
every poet is from a place of pain
every poet is pain
every poet writes