there's this boy i know.
we've been friends since we were younger.
his parents, are divorced though.
so he lives with his mom, a couple states away.
i only see him once every two years or so.
i saw him yesterday.
we talked for hours, and it was 1 am when my mom made me leave his house.
he's antisocial, like me. so it was hard for us to start
talking.
but i've never had a bigger crush on anyone.
and my hands are shaking,
as i nervously stratch at my scars.
and i think i've found a reason to live another
year.
him.