hello sunshine

to my ukulele boy #1

you talk about things that i don’t understand

like string theory and astrophysics.

at 16, you’ve already wished your life away to work in a lab.

yet, you find the joys

in playing ukulele and watching documentaries about 



i wish i had lied that night and let you kiss me on the lips.

your the boy i never wanted to meet

the boy whose fingers would trace my skin

and leave me begging years afterward for their feeling again.

i let you kiss me


it’s silly because i thought it meant something.