Nov 2018
for a boy i used to know
i’m sorry.
you deserved a better friend;
one that didn’t hurt you
a person who left good enough alone
a friend that knew how to make it better
there is more i wish i did for you
for a boy i used to love
i still care;
still longingly wait for you,
waiting for you to call again
there is more i wish i said to you
for a boy who touched me
i said no
i’m sorry you didn’t hear me
for a boy who loved me—
i’m sorry.
you deserved a better friend;
one that didn’t hurt you
a person who left good enough alone
a friend that knew how to make it better
there is more i wish i did for you
for a boy i used to love
i still care;
still longingly wait for you,
waiting for you to call again
there is more i wish i said to you
for a boy who touched me
i said no
i’m sorry you didn’t hear me
for a boy who loved me—
for an old friend who i didn’t appreciate when i had him. for the boy i thought cared about me. for a creepy kid who didn’t know that “no” didn’t mean pin me against a wall. to the boy that beat up my friend because i liked another guy; the boy meant nothing.
(18/Genderqueer/Canada)
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