The first poem I wrote for a boy
I was in seventh grade
He was tall with sparkly eyes
I was short and stout
With a pageboy haircut
When I explained how I felt
He let me down gently
I got off the bus
And spilled my broken heart
Into my journal
The second poem I wrote for a boy
I was in eighth grade
He listened to classic rock
I was going through an awkward phase
With braces and acne
When I asked him to be my boyfriend
He said, "Sorry, but no"
I was humiliated
My tears wrote stanzas
Onto my cheeks
And into my notebook
The third poem I wrote for a boy
I was a freshman
He was older than me
I was growing into myself
But I was still not considered attractive
I never told him how I felt
And in a couple weeks, the crush passed
But still, in the thrill of it all
My excitement combusted
Into my laptop
And onto the page
The fourth poem I wrote for a boy
I was a sophomore
He was the sun
I was finally beautiful
I was finally confident
He felt the same way
And his kisses were fireworks
I thought I loved him
I told the stars about him
Until the sky became
Our work of art
The fifth poem I wrote for a boy
Same boy
He left me broken
I was a mess
I was deemed unlovable
His friends whispered about my crazy
I cried because I was crazy
Now, I yelled at the stars
Surely they had seen this coming
Surely they had heard him planning this
The sixth poem I wrote for a boy
I'm a bit older now
You are refreshing
I am mostly healed
I am working on it
I'm not sure to tell you how I feel
So I'm just hoping you read this
And catch the message
That this time it's you
Please don't end up like the other poems
