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 Jan 2018
Angie Marcano
The girl I love,
has beautiful almond shaped eyes and a smile as white as your grandmas new pearls.
She wears them on her face everyday.
Shows them off to everyone around her.

The girl I love,
works at a kids dancing studio.
Everyday she goes to work in her pink tutu and a bag full of compliments.
Everyone loves the girl I love.

The girl I love,
wouldn't **** a fly. No... really she wouldn't.
Her love for everyone and everything is greater than the number of stars in the sky.

The girl I love,
is smart. She could probably tell you how many stars there are in the sky.
Or at least a proximity.

But theres one thing about the girl I love that I don't love.
The girl I love is dying.
The cancer came back.
Its taken over her body this time. There's nothing to do.

The girl I love,
still smiles at me.

The girl I love,
still gets out of bed every morning to go to work.
Not knowing if she'll be able to do it all again tomorrow.

The girl I love,
kisses me goodnight as if it were gonna be the last time.

The girl I love,
wants to keep living before she dies.
But I don't think I can do the same in a world where the girl I love is no longer there.
This is the first part. This poem is the boy's point of view in the story. The girl continues the story in the second part of this poem.
 Jan 2018
Angie Marcano
The boy I love,
is funny. He makes corny jokes not taste that bad.

The boy I love,
is a great cook. His salsa is almost as good as his dance steps.

The boy I love,
is kind. He wakes up earlier than usual every morning so he can help the old lady cross the street.

How many guys does it take to change a lightbulb?
One. Because the boy I love can fix anything. From cars to world peace.

But theres one thing the boy I love cant fix.
Im dying.
The cancer came back. Its taken over my body this time.

Now the boy I love,
can't sleep. He lays next to me.
Checks if im still breathing every five minutes.

The boy I love,
cant stop looking at me with sad eyes.
He looks at me move around the room as if I was already a ghost.

The boy I love,
sighs of relief whenever I answer the phone.
He knows I haven't gone yet. He just wanted to make sure.

The boy I love,
doesn't want to live if I die.
But the boy I love doesn't realize
that the only reason I can keep living is because he's alive.
This is the second part of the story. The girls point of view.

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