'THE BOY' || Poetry

THE BOY

I will always remember that once, there was a boy who liked me for who I really am. The boy who brought so much happiness in my life. The boy who liked the things I despised in myself, someone who showered me with genuinty, care and dare I say, love. A boy who was always there for me. The boy who seemed to never have enough compliments, when it came to me, he said that they were all true. A boy who found skies in my small asian eyes in which I find no beauty in and always apply kajal to try and make it look pretty, a boy who said it were the most ones gorgeous ever. A boy who didn't had a single care for all the large big beautiful eyes, with dark lashes, with beautiful colors that would draw anyone into them and into their endless seeming ocean, but rather found depths in my small, unattractive ones. He found the skin-which I dislike so much-mesmerizing. He reminded me over and over that I am indeed beautiful, and that I'm gorgeous. He, he showed me what I was missing all along. He made me feel special. Yet I can't make him feel loved and give me him back all the things he did for me.
He said I give him happiness, little does he know that he's the reason of my butterflies, of my shy smiles, of my lasting glow, little does he know I am happier after him, ever since the day we talked, he has made me laugh a little louder, smile a little wider and well, a lot shyer. A boy who also makes me want to believe that I indeed am, a beautiful body and a beautiful soul.

He's just a boy, for many and for himself.
For me, he's 'the boy.' The boy who took me as his Queen but I could never make him my King. There will never be another him. He's such a beautiful and pure existence. Thank him for existing and pour life into me. He showed me that I too can be liked and adored.