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A Boy, Not a Man

I'm in love with a boy

 

Who makes me feel like fried chicken on a sunday

 

Like the Meat

 

That I don't eat

 

I'm an animal

 

I'm colossal

 

I'm the ballrooms in his eyes

 

I'm in love with a boy who makes me feel

 

Like pancakes on a weekday

 

We don't do that

 

In my family

 

We do grapefruit

 

cereal

 

oatmeal

 

We do not do orange juice

 

ever

 

I'm in love with a boy

 

Like honey in my tea

 

To take away the bitter

 

Take away the hunger

 

Amplify the wonder

 

And the way we grew together

 

All the tangles

 

All the thunder

 

All the things I never let you--

 

All the things I should have said to you

 

I'm in love with a boy

 

Who feels like sin in the morning

 

And sweet all the time

 

Like violence at night

 

And the freckles on his shoulders call me with words he'd never be able to find

 

Words that make me blind

 

The way he makes me feel is like the sun in my eyes

 

I'm in love with a boy like peaches in the summertime

 

And apples in the fall

 

He makes me feel like all the songs

 

I've never played

 

All the cobblers I should have baked

 

I'm my apron

 

I am taken

 

I'm the muffins that I baked him

 

I'm in love with a boy who makes me feel like candles on a birthday cake

 

Right after they hit the lights

 

And the sparkle

 

When the flames jump to the birthday girl's hair

 

And the scare

 

And the faces of the parents

 

All the horrified stares

 

I'm the 30 unburnt pieces, 45 guests

 

It's never enough

 

It's always too much

 

But I'm in love with this boy

 

He makes me feel

 

Like robbing a bank and making a clean get away

 

And worn out boots with no soles

 

From running hard and running fast

 

He makes me feel like guns

 

And a red hot sun

 

And the worst blisters of my life

 

Like fleeing in the night

 

and I'm your girl, right?

 

I'm in love with that boy like the first day he saw me

 

I'm in love with our mythology

 

and I want him to know

 

I'm still that girl

 

It's still that first day

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Written by
holly-salvatore
American
Published
Mar 19, 2012
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For everyone who has ever had their heart broken

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