When I was with him
He was bad
And beautiful
And dangerous
And my secret.
I saw through eyes that
Were hopelessly in love
With him.
I saw his bad qualitys
And quickly forgave them
When I heard his voice.

Now, I love him,
But not for who he truly is.
I love him for what I thought he was.
He didn't change.
But my eyes did.
My perception of him did.

And I see now who he is.
He is a skinny
Acne faced
Dug addict
Who takes the love of
****** closeness
And spends it time after time
With girls he doesn't know.

He is no bad boy.
He is a lost boy.
An I have grown too tired
Of his disappointments
To try to save him.