First, there was the sweetest boy,
who played the sweetest song.
He gave me all he had to give,
until all he had was gone.
I lapped up his love like a cat,
without the thankful purr.
And with nothing left to give me,
he left to play for her.
Next, there was the quiet boy,
with fangs beneath his lips.
He whispered all the things he felt,
and loved me with his hips.
But he could not keep his promises,
always wanting more.
The day he left it rained and rained.
I melted through the floor.
Then, there was the angry boy.
All he ever did was scream.
On quiet nights, when the wind is right,
I hear him in my dreams.
For him I would move mountains,
but I would probably do it wrong.
On minute, spitting in my face,
and the next minute he was gone.
Lastly, there was just a boy.
No words that can describe.
With a lack of substance to his mind,
but a fire in his eyes.
Though ever kind and caring,
my heart I could not give.
So, missing more than just my point,
he left our life to live.