I had ignored him for a long time;

But it hadn’t made me feel any better.

Not seeing him was like a white sheet over my face;

Annoying yet comforting in a sense of coldness.



He knew why I left;

He knew what I was.

The only time I will see him will be at the end;

And we will be both very happy and very sad.



As I see him now, cold and ******;

I think of the lonely run home I have.

He died with a smile;

I was so foolish.



I loved him, he loved me;

But I had grown to the thought that boys couldn’t love.

Rain was how I felt;

How many days has it been since I’ve seen him?