Behind the boys
I wrote these words for,
there was a man
I fell in love first...
One whom I could
not love beyond
attraction and such,
for I was not the woman
he would love back,
he was a man whom
love cannot fathom,
he was far beyond my
reach, someone I
can only look at from afar.

He was the man
whom I wanted before
I met the boys who
would break my heart
into tiny words
I used to etch
the poems
into papers...

Behind the words I wrote,
there lies the
silhouette of a man,
a man whom I
fell in love first.
Between the lines
he sleeps,
between the spaces,
he lives.