i changed the music i liked
how i acted
and my hair

i tortured my heart and stomach,
both twisting and writhing
trying to quell the butterflies

the music on my ipod was yours
along with the feeling in my heart
and the words in many of my poems

you asked who she was
and i dodged it like a pro
just like i've always done

the closest i've become to normal,
where other people accept what i have,
vanished right before my eyes.