I loved a boy,
who loved himself.
With my arms right around his body,
i felt cold.
He kept me at a distance, I complied. Lovestruck.
I only wished for love in return,
to feel home in his arms.
He was not taught how to love, but to steal it. to
shatter fragile, young, giving, hearts.
I still hope, one day
quietly, for even a second, he will
remember how to love someone else. Remember