Boys

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem that sums up dating at an early age.

Submitted: August 22, 2017

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Submitted: August 22, 2017

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When I was a teen 
I met a boy
Who used me for sex
But called himself the toy 
The next boy I met 
Didn't treat me much better 
Left with bruises and scars
From madness and anger.
And that boy still manages 
To show up at my door
About once a year 
When he's feeling bored.
Though, I could care less.
The boy I'm with now 
Is slightly a mess. 
Insecurity and jealousy
Are real awful traits
But I know that he loves me
Or, so he thinks.
Of course there were also
A few boys in between 
Either big wastes of time or 
Not at all what they seemed.
Yet none of them are anything like
The made up boy of my dreams.

 


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