It was the spring of last year. The spring that I remember all too well.
The bugs, the bees, the grass. The sun and your smile, similar to the dandelions that we walked by.
I remember it all too well, and too clear. The spring when I asked you what you'd rather have my name be?
Though I laughed and shook my head, on the inside, I wanted to drop dead. I hated my own name, as you can see. But I wanted to know if you felt the same thing as me.
When you laughed and shook you head, I thought it to be true. When you laughed and shook your head, you told me "your name fits you."
From then on, I couldn't bear to hate my own name anymore. After all, it was a name you loved. A name you'd rather call me by. That prior hatred I had for it, now smudged.
It was thanks to you that I've begun to like my name. That one spring afternoon, still clear in my mind to this day.
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Poetry(2017) A book about feelings + freestyle poetry (?) I wrote some of the most cringe and emo shit, so bear with me.
