hi.
says the boy with the bright mind.
not intelligence-wise,
but like a kaleidoscope of colors.
with oranges and yellows and greens and blues and reds
dripping from his head.

hi.
says the boy who’s words were like candy.
nostalgic, sweet;
but too much would make your stomach hurt.
and give you pain for what seems like forever.

hi.
says the boy who’s heart, you thought,
was bigger than his ego.
you were wrong.
the boy who’s ego is the size of the milky way.
the boy who hides behind his insecurities.
the boy who,
at one time, you saw a future with,
but now can’t even look you in the eye.

hi.
says the boy who was the romeo to your juliet,
but getting drunk and doing percocet
just to ease your stress.
spending your days wasted and starry-eyed like a ******* friday night.
a slow train wreck.
later, you close your eyes, but you still hear the sound,
and oh, it’s tough:
because it’s the sound of him falling out of
love.

hi.
says the boy who didn’t love you,
no matter how many ******* times he said he did.
“it was all a lie”,
says the boy who took advantage of you.
who took a piece of your heart and soul,
and threw it off a bridge,
down in to the water below.
and made you want to do the same.
to throw yourself.
and if that ever happened,
and you’d meet him again,
you know just what he’d say.
it seems all he can ever say to you anymore.

hi.