This poem is for the beautiful boy
That makes my heart jump to my throat
And to this day makes me stutter and choke
on my words

This poem is for the beautiful boy
Whose happy golden eyes
That will someday bring my demise
are so alluring

This poem is for the beautiful boy
Who doesn't like to read
But tries to understand my need
for books and poetry

This poem is for the beautiful boy
That loves the ocean, sea, and lake alike
And cannot picture life
without me or water

This poem is for the beautiful boy
That never fails to make me smile
And makes me laugh when all the while
he wasn't even trying to

This poem is for the beautiful boy
Who knows what to do when I panic
Who tells me to breathe and shut out the static
of the rest of the world

This poem is for the beautiful boy
Who laughs at his own bad jokes
That somehow help me cope
with my troubles

This poem is for the beautiful boy
That's much too tall for me
Towering at six-foot-three
I stand on my toes

This poem is for the beautiful boy
Who I don't deserve to keep
And doesn't know what a relief
it is to have him

This poem is for the beautiful boy
Who can make me forget
Everything with just one kiss
leaving me wanting more

This poem is for the beautiful boy
This poem is for my beautiful boy

I posted on my facebook wall
my favourite music and movies - so you could pretend to like those.

I posted all the books, places and people I've seen - maybe you can pretend you know about those too.

Recently I updated my status telling everyone how sad the death of my favourite poet is - maybe you could read a few of those and recite your favourite lines.

I uploaded a picture of a couple holding hands, my caption describing how I missed that feeling.
The feeling of safety.
Perhaps you can hold me,
and pretend its what you wanted to do all along.