that's the boy i mean.
the one i'd float past
clouds and birds
and seas for.
that's the boy
i'd give all of my tomorrows to.
she bats her eyelashes,
i remember how she did it,
arrogantly, and slowly
like she really believed
what she was saying.
he wouldn't give you tonight
if you swore his life on it.
boys like that aren't how they look.
boys like that break girls like that.
girls who can't remind themselves that the
person they dream
of loving is within themselves.
stop looking.
YOU ARE READING
the forms of all my lovers : poetry
Poesíaa collection of my poetry. pictures used mostly paintings by cesar biojo 🌟 thank you for reading!
