A lot of people can't say that they fell in love in high school. Or, that they were apart of some sick and twisted modern Romeo and Juliet.
(Cliché, written a while ago, so it's pretty bad.)
Old "poems" of the young boy. These are garbage and cliché. If you have found your way here, I do not recommend reading, unless you are truly curious to see where I came from. The subject matter is sensitive, often hypothetical, and as far as I remember, less than brutal. These are works of hope, fragmented memories, and a heart that tried to heal, though never broken.