once when he was five he made up a song while riding on his favorite swing and when he fell off and scraped his shin, his brother told him not to cry because girls liked scars.
and that night as his father tucked him into bed he hummed the song he made up while riding on his favorite swing and fell asleep in two minutes
once when he was fourteen, he stared out the window of a parked car for hours gazing at the stars and wondered if they thought he was beautiful. that was the year he first kissed a boy
once on a blank piece of paper he tried to write a song but forgot how it went and that was the year that his brother went to college and he was put into foster care because his mother left and his father was too drunk to tuck him in at night
and that was the year the boy he kissed introduced him to the bottom of a bottle and the taste of cigarettes and thats how most nights went
once he began to make art on a blank wrist and he thought the only way to end the pain was to break the veins that bound him to this broken world and when his brother came back for christmas and saw his scars, he didn't say anything at all
that was the year the boy he first kissed beat him in english class and called him a ****** and spit in his face
once when he was seventeen he stole the keys to a stranger's car humming a song he had forgotten the tune to and drove out into the middle of nowhere and as he gazed into the sky he finally understood that the stars didn't think he was beautiful because they were all empty inside
and so was he
this is by far one of the best poems I have ever written