This is a love poem

for all the sad boys

taking hours each night

to process what should

take minutes to

for all the innocent boys

who don't know

what things are

nod your head

up & down

internal despair

for all the boys

who want to

drink their music

you don't know

you're drunk.

you're drunk

on music.

for all the boys

who know why colors

are pretty, what a

song means, why

water tastes good

for all the boys who cry

in their rooms hugging

their pillows, asking

why the world

is mean?

for all the boys

who spend their summers

thinking

behind a store counter

scribbling ideas on

the backs of receipts

for all the boys

who can hear nature,

hear cities whisper,

the exteriors of buildings

scream "I'm interesting!"

for all the boys

who blow bubbles

alone at the park

to watch them sink

over the valley

blessing the valley

It is you, that I love.