Friends
We talked until one of us fell asleep
Boyfriends
We flirted until one of us blushed, which would be me.
Stomach butterflies, killing me from the inside, making me sick.
You'd say "Hey, baby boy" and I would save it.Through text we talked, which is where
we went wrong.
I never knew how those words were said or how they were meant.
I wish we talked, we meet, that the I love you's meant something in the end.
But you can never have everything you wish for.This is the last time that I will ever think or write or say anything about you.
I'm not giving the breaker a name.

YOU ARE READING
you're not a poet.
Poetryim not a poet. i just watch the world go by every second, minute, hour. like a normal person and feel my heart pumping through my brain