this boy
his eyes were the kind of gold
you'd find in a treasure chest
on one of your adventures.
his words were like the interstate
and his heart was bigger than
most boys'.
and this boy,
his favorite color
in the spring time
was green,
because of the way his girl's
eyes matched the blooming leaves
this girl kissed like a hurricane
and walked like lightning
marking her path with her smile.
soon she found another boy,
this one more musically inclinded
than he.
his favorite color in
the fall was brown
because of the way
a different girl's laugh
reminded him of trees.
strong and beautiful.
now this girl talked liked a whistle
and her presence was like a train.
he told her he loved her,
and she said she loved him too.
three days later,
she was telling another boy,
stronger than he,
those same four words.
in the winter,
his favorite color was white
because of the way
a girl's skin gleamed
like the moon.
he adored her from afar
so as not to get hurt
she saw him and left
him a note:
do you think i'm lovely?
and he thought it odd,
because how could she not
see she was lovelier than the snow
upon the roof tops.
he ran to her
and there she was,
lips pressed against another
boys, one much more
handsome than he.
so thats why in summer,
his favorite color was red,
because that's the color
that was spiraling down
the drain in the shower
when he finally collapsed
{l.m.h.}
