This is for the boy with lonely eyes, Wandering from the freeway to the dark woods a mile away. Fingers laced in his pockets with love notes she wrote to him Before she moved away, Across the states.
This is for the couples separated by oceans Staying up until 1 A.M. to hear “I love you” over the phone. Keeping exchanged letters in shoe boxes under their beds, Crying into pillow cases left on cold mattresses.
This is for the little girls who get their hair pulled Because their parents told them that means a boy likes you. Disney romance day dreams at age seventeen Getting bruises from boys pushing her against lockers.
Love unrequited or returned like ocean waves Either way you’re still drowning. No life preserver to hold you up because it doesn't Carry baggage of four years. Kiss the pale sun good bye, There’s no oxygen in the hadalpelagic zone.
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