to the first boy, you said no one would love me more than you did and you're probably right you were perfect, we were happy but i was scared, some girls could be fine, but i wouldn't be to the second boy, i love the way you lick your lips before you explain something and the way you touch my ears the night you held my hair and that is all the smell of your leather jacket and your voicemails so anxious tickling armpits when it hurt so bad the way you say my name so fast and excited you always get your way i never mind because i like your way you seemed different with me but maybe only because i wanted it to be if you are gone now then why were you here all that time? i know you don't care and i think about you all the time to the third boy, the way things are looking i don't think you qualify to be one of the boys but there isn't much competition and if there were only two why would i even write this blog post if you don't feel anything then stop faking it your friends have been promoting us for so long that now it is old even to me i can hear your voice from so far i trust your smile the way your eyes light up when you talk to me i like that you are free and that you don't like me to the fourth boy, i hope there is a fourth boy
i like to cry as if it justifies how i feel the way no one cares until they see the girl is crying then they start treating her differently as if it changes everything my eyes are more beautiful when they are shiny and it makes me like myself more the same way i like the boy in testimony meeting more because he cried
all those times when i was so happy someone was alone when the people kept me smiling someone was cold when adrenaline gave me power someone was lonely when my friends gave me confidence someone was insecure when He gave me purpose someone was lost
it makes sense that someone is happy now too if only we could all get together