poem: dyslexia runs in my family, i got numbers and maps 4:22

sometimes it's good to laugh
well, really
it's always good to laugh
but sometimes you want to be serious
and sometimes you just do feel serious
whether you specifically want to or not
and then
sometimes
you feel actively sad or depressed or generally low
but really
at any of these time
some comic relief can be a good thing

and, i mean
you are a good-looking man
no doubt about it
but
i find that often people who i think look good
get less and less attractive as i get to know them better
because when it comes right down to it
i might think you're physically attractive
but
it's not your body i'm most interested in
what makes you
so so hot
is that you
are smart-funny
now i admit, i do seem to have a real soft spot
for those unexpected wicked
i rue to call them puns

but
the way you turn things around
your comic bent
combined with your cultural commentary
and whatever else--  that shit you naturally do
that's all gold to me
it warms me, see

and i'm not telling you this
to pressure you to do anything
i'm telling you
because i feel like i've put a lot of emphasis
on how i think you're hot
and you make me feel a certain kinda way
and blah blah blah
but

i feel like i haven't really told you
at least not recently
that that quirky world view
that reminded me of the inside of my own head
that's what got me
that was the hook
and
it probably wouldn't matter what you looked like
suddenly that would be hot to me
understand

is this a poem
idk
maybe not
i mean, for sure it's not sonnetts from the portuguese
sonnet 43

but
i mean
it kinda is