Poem from March, 2023.

The first love poem I ever wrote.

You brought me coffee once.

You walked me to my car yesterday.

You have seen me cry, bleed, and ache.

And yet, each day I’m met with the same fondness;

I could easily drown in it.

I’m scared of the tenderness with which I look at you,

a little too tender for a friend.

My heart is bruised, but it is etched with your name.

Be gentle with me.