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I never meant to notice him.
But his laugh cracked something open in me, and suddenly he was everywhere - in my head, in my chest, in every poem I swore I'd never write about a boy.
I tell myself I hate the way he makes me feel.
But loving him feels like breathing for the first time, like finally understanding myself, like standing on the edge of a truth I'm scared to say out loud.
This is a poem about the boy who became a lighthouse in a room that never glows - the chaos I keep choosing, the almost I can't let go of, the him I can't stop orbiting.