The Poems of Philip Hamilton

Someday

Dear Angelica,

So.. I met someone today. We didn't say much to each other, but that someone is in my group for a group project...

Now for some reason, whenever I see couples together, I feel kinda sad. I wish that I could have something like they have...

...

Okay.

Angelica, I think I may have a crush.

And I think that crush may be a guy.

I think I may be gay.

But how do I know? What exactly does having a crush feel like? What does love feel like? Not the love I feel for you, Angelica, as my sister, but the kind of love they show in, like, every single movie.

And if it does end up being an actual crush, how do I handle it? But for now, I can't tell anyone about this except you, Angelica. I don't want anyone to make assumptions of me before I even know for sure who I am...

Someday I'll know,
Whenever I see it,
Every time I see it,
I'll know how it feels.

Someday I'll know,
However I see it,
Whatever way I see it,
I'll know what it's like.

Looking around,
I wonder aloud,
Will I ever know
What romance and love are?

When the time comes,
If the time comes,
Because I have a secret,
But the world is too cruel

For me to love him.

Unsurely,
A Confused Pippa Boi