Author’s Note

This poem started with a voice.

Not a theme. Not an image. Not a grand idea.

Just a voice already halfway through a conversation.

The kind of conversation where someone teases you, calls you crazy, and instead of defending yourself, you laugh because you’ve heard it before.

A lot of my writing tends to be emotionally heavy, layered, symbolic, or wrapped in larger metaphors. This piece isn’t trying to do any of that.

It’s intentionally conversational.

A little sarcastic. A little self-aware. A little chaotic.

Which, if I’m being honest, isn’t that far removed from how I actually talk.

What interested me while writing it was the difference between being called strange and being comfortable enough with yourself to stop treating that as an insult.

The speaker isn’t arguing for normalcy.

They’re not saying, “No, I’m not weird.”

They’re basically saying:

“Yeah. Maybe I am. And?”

That confidence becomes important because it creates space for the real confession waiting underneath the jokes.

The poem begins as a defense of individuality, but it ends as a statement of devotion.

Not because the speaker suddenly becomes serious, but because sincerity sneaks in when they’re not looking.

And that’s probably my favorite kind of honesty.

The kind that arrives accidentally.

The kind that slips past the defenses.

The kind that shows up disguised as a joke before quietly admitting:

Of all the people in the world, you’re the one I’d choose.

— Rowan Evans

It’s You I Choose
Poetry by Rowan Evans

Here we sit, you and I
deep in conversation—

you say, “you’re insane,”
I say “perfectly.”
Got it tatted on my arm,
as a reminder—

I might struggle
with my mental health,
but I’m still perfectly myself.

It’s a pillar
of my personality.

They say I’m strange,
yeah, well I might be.
That feels highly likely.

Loyal to a fault—
line snaps.
But my devotion
is unshakeable.

What I’m trying to say is—

maybe
I am crazy,
but baby—
it’s you I choose,
it’s you I couldn’t
stand to lose.

Journey into Hexverse…

[I’ll Be There to See Your Sunrise]
Love has never come easily to me. This poem explores the fear, vulnerability, and quiet courage required to stay emotionally present when connection begins to matter deeply. “I’ll Be There to See Your Sunrise” is about choosing love despite the risk of heartbreak—and promising to remain long enough to witness someone fully.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]