i met a boy with hazel eyes
which was new to me
since i had only seen
seas and
forests and
burnt honey but
never a painting

he liked poetry that rhymed
which is the opposite of mine
i don't like to rhyme
but i tried and it felt too much like him
i barely knew him but i told him the
truth
even when i knew he wouldn't like it
and he did me the same courtesy as it
destroyed me from the inside
so deep inside
that i didn't even know
i still existed there
i cried because he ****** me
and then ****** me over
and i hate myself for ever
falling so hard for those
hazel eyes.