I thought that maybe I'd have something to write about now but I guess not because here I am with black eyeliner and hickeys that look like snakebites still wondering what to say

You are like sleep
When you are away my body function normally
And I always plan to assume you
When I see you
My  mind turns a factory
Producing sweet phrases unending
My heart pours emotion unstoppable
And my mouth pours words sequentially
No time to think of assumption
Left!

Im just a boy
Sitting alone
Exiled to stare
At this phone
On a Saturday night
While my girlfriend
Is talking to a boy
Alone

"We were just talking"
She said

"You can trust me"
She said

I trusted her very little
By the trail of hickies
Left by the lies
She drew up on my phone

"We were just talking"
She said

"You can trust me"
She said

These messages ring
In my ear,
Echoing
Through the tears
That mask the sadness
Left behind
By her eyes
Those dam eyes
Clogging up the pillow
I cry from.

Im just a boy
Sitting alone
Exiled to stare
At this phone
On a Saturday night
Hoping that last night
Was just
A dream

He was just a boy
Yes, just 16 years of age
But he wanted to follow the colors
Just to prove that he was brave
But he was just a man child
A rifle in his hand
Yes the rifle gave him manhood
But the mind was still a childs
In Flanders field he learned the truth
Of the transition to a man not youth
But the mind was left behind
Wounded by a shell by enemy fire
And all around him men did die
His courage was spent and gone
Scared, in pain
His shell shocked scrambled brain
He wandered from the field
In tears, in fear he cried out for his mum
Battered in body, battered in mind
The boy could take no more
Three days later they found him
Hiding in a farm
At rifle point they took him
With biting ropes around his arms
Poperinge was the place the courts martial
Then took place
The boy just stood there silent
Shaking, ashen faced
The fateful words were spoken
All cowards have to die
'Thus before the firing squad
You must say your last goodbye
And so on that fateful morning
In the stable yard
The young boy in tears was tied
To the post by previous bullets scared
They pinned a white card upon his breast
For the firing squad to see
The command to fire was given
And a sixteen year old boy
Met his final destiny