The Stories Of You & I

I Know A Boy

I know a boy with golden hair and galaxies for eyes
He loved to dance alone
I was jealous of all the girls who got to feel the touch of his fingertips and hear his gasps in the dark

He demanded attention every time he walked in the room
His eyes said 'love me'
I did.

I loved the way he treated the ladybugs in the garden
And the way he counted the stars at night when he was lonely
His bones were made of glass
His tears rushed like a waterfall
And he cried so hard he could hardly breathe

But I loved him anyway.

I loved his soft lips and calloused hands
The way he held me told me he was broken
Who wasn't?
This boy held troubles inside of himself
Like they were demons that were out to get him
He didn't see me standing there in the sunlight, waiting for him to love me.

I loved the boy with the golden hair and the stars for eyes
He never loved me back.