they told us boys weren't
supposed to be beautiful.
that girls don't get *****
and every single scraped knee
was worthy of a band aid,
and somehow no one made
it okay quite like your mother could.
boys weren't supposed to be beautiful,
but I don't think they ever saw
your eyes like I did.
and something about your smile
made me forget about skinned knees
and broken bones
and your laughter made me not worry
about sticks and stones.
boys weren't supposed to be beautiful,
but you were.
god, you were.