these things i can’t change
i wish were not the deal breaker.
i am not foolish enough to believe
that my youth is a non-issue,
but i am neither broken enough
not to give the feeling a chance.
never asked for any of these circumstances,
so why should we let them thwart us?
i can’t explain what’s inside of me,
but i’d be remiss to ignore it.
you’re the most beautiful soul,
and with you i feel
my tarnished fractions grow whole—
so despite my inexperience,
and despite all doubts and deterrents,
do you feel as much as i do,
that you and i
should at least
give it a try?