If you come across a boy
that dons jeans (skinny),
and shirts (plaid),
that looks through you
with deep, haunting eyes,
steer clear of him.
If he has a passion for music
and a want for sex,
you run the other way, baby.
I have fallen for their kind,
I have dived to the bottom.
I have drowned,
and parts of me have died.
I have wept for boys like this.
And where I once felt a need,
I now feel an ache.
They have undone and sewn me
back together again,
so that I could tell the tale to girls like you.
You won’t be the same after this.
If you come across a boy
that uses his words
to win your love,
steer clear of him.
If you come across a boy
that makes you feel beautiful,
but says it like its your name,
maybe he doesn’t care about your name.
Run the other way.
Boys like this are dangerous
and you will fall for them in a heartbeat,
the heartbeats that quicken,
just like I did.
About the Creator
Casey Spears
I'm a 20-year-old that loves creative writing, especially poetry. Please enjoy my writing.
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