i knew a boy with bright eyes
in the winter
he smelled like iron
and wore
a leather jacket
he lent me once
.
i knew a boy with bright eyes
in the springtime
he had scars all up his
arms
and an embrace like an
anchor
that kept me gripped to
reality
.
i loved a boy with bright eyes
in the summer
he showed me his
hideaway
and talked of the
future
like i was a part of it
.
i know a boy with dull eyes
who hides in a stranger’s
skin
with lips i never could
kiss
and a cold, stoic
farewell
.
and it’s all my fault