Writing is lonely

This boy

This boy is chaotic

His mouth is harsh

to people who would try

to put me down.

This boy is crazy

He talks with me

everyday non-stop

stays until five

to ensure that

I had stopped crying.

This boy is lame

Picks up his guitar

and starts singing

He doesn't know

how to dance

but still try to

because I'm mad

and he can't take

my silence.

This boy is noisy

I got drunk

He got mad

I said sorry

He leans in

and kisses my pain

away.

This boy is trouble

We're caught

We've been separated

Promises, promises

shouldn't take it

too reckless

Our love's undone

in which I wish

I can fix

as I go back in time.

This boy is gone

I ask for freedom

Turns out

I'll be spending it 

missing

this boy used to

be mine.