This is a poem about a boy. This boy means a lot to me. He doesn't know that and he never will. He may never see it.
He is my heart and soul.
He is my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night.
He is my body and mind.
He is my worst pain and my aching pleasure.
He is my disgrace and my desire.
He is the sun and the rain.
He is the calm and the storm.
He is the chill down my spine and the warmth between my thighs.
He is the day and nights.
He is my deepest love and my darkest hate.
He is my insanity and my remedy.
Oh what he does to me.
He has me in the palm of his hand and he just doesn't know it.
So maybe you read this and know who he is. Tell him these words. Show him my love. But remind him he doesn't deserve it.
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Shattered Poems
PoetryPoems collected from teens going through life in the 21st century. ***TRIGGER WARNING*** Suicide and rape are mentioned in some poems
