I finally worked up the courage and said
To the boy who wrecked me
"Did you know I write poems about you, if you want, I'll let you see"

Before the boy could say anything
I decided it was okay
to let him see within my soul,
To see the words I never could seem to say

The boy has bright eyes
But he simply can't see
How much he hurt me
But how much he still means to me

The boy replied
"Well I can say I've never had a poem written about me"
I didn't understand
How could that even be?
And I sat there in disbelief

I told him I've written far more than one
So he asked "how many"
I lied and said "a few"
But its more like infinity.

Now that was it
That's all he said
Now all that's left of his words
Float around in my head

I hope he liked what I wrote
I wish he told me he did
Even if it was a lie,
Because the boy doesn't understand
That I'll be writing
poems about him
Until the day I die