A sixteen year old boy stands at a bus stop
Fighting back the contortions flooding his face
Swallowing down the clay in his throat
Desperately praying his knees stay strong
The bus pulls away
The boy watches as eighteen months of his life drives away from him
The girl he loved with the passion only known by a teenage boy
Is now gone
And as he stumbles in the opposite direction
Blinded by questions unanswered
The memories begin their assault
Beating him in every way he fears
I wrote this after a breakup a year ago that nearly destroyed me. Some slight tweaks have been made, but mostly I have kept it as it was at the time, as I want to try and preserve the emotion that this was written with, even if the wording seems wrong to me now.