"A chronological, lyrical expression of the emotional tidal wave that crashes and destroys all after you fall for someone "too fast." What a hopeless romantic can fell in just two months. Oh, and you're gay and living in Los Angeles." — the back cover of this self-published book of gay poetry states, PANTONE 3537 UP.

Truly it is incredibly sappy and hard to read in retrospect. But I wrote it for two reasons: 1. I had to write all that I was feeling out of me, and 2. I wish I had gay poetry about feeling too much when I was going through puberty growing up with no one else gay around me. It was this feeling that prompted me to do some digging to research publications that write about poetry and other self-published books. I sent a press release, after processing through many replies, one day woke up to a Google Alert that one has been published. The write up is about as simple as this intentionally simple, but syllabic, poems. Nonetheless, it felt like success.

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