This will not be happy. This will be sad and make me feel and look like an idiot. You may start out hopeful but abandon it now. This is the story of the first boy I ever cared about in "that" kind of way. Everything will be slightly out of context but I'll add some for reference. This is the stock pile of shitty poems and short writings that I wrote during the past 10 months or so; with the exception of the first.
I've warned you. I promise its all true; not that it really matters. I just thought I could share what I've been thinking with total strangers.
There will being a lot of cussing-incase the title wasn't warning enough.
YOU ARE READING
The Collection of Shit About "Him"
PoetryIt's all true. It's happy at times but mostly sad.
