When he kissed me, he said he wanted to do that for a while. When I was happy, he said he adored my smile.
Now I wonder if leaving was good because from then on he was always a boy I misunderstood.
He was like a Rubik's Cube,
colorful and fun,
but impossible to figure out.
Now I am left here wondering...
After everything,
Why is it that your name is still one
I want to
scream and shout?
