I refuse to continue writing poems about boys who didn't love me back. I painted them in beautiful colors Wrote their names in the stars And spoke them into eternity. But they were only fleeting shadows An untouchable mist Trying to fill me with empty words And broken promises. I will no longer bathe these boys with beauty They don't deserve my pretty words And beautiful promises. I will no longer speak these boys into the brightest stars And paint them in glorious light. They are merely shadows Hiding in a dark alley Refusing to show their faces Only shouting empty words into the void Trying to catch a pretty girl off guard. Maybe one day a boy will deserve such words. But for now, I will be saving my beautiful words For beautiful people.