That boy.
The kind they warn you
about.
The ones with piercings
they listen to heavy music,
and have long hair.
That's my best friend.
The one who gave me a reason to live.
The one who notices when I'm not okay
and when it's getting bad again.
The one I'm madly in love with
and they can warn me he's bad
he'll break my heart
But I don't think he will.
They are capable of love.
Those boys?
They're human.