Teen Poems.

He

He's the type of person that pretends not to care.
He wasn't always like that, but someone made him like that. For that I am sorry.
He's like a rush of waves, and I'm the sand.
He always comes back but I never know when.
And he has put up his walls so much lately, I want him to let me in but I'm afraid that it'll hurt either of us.

He's the type I don't want to let go. I'm not sure I ever will.

I keep telling myself it's the last chance and to not get attached again.
But my heart knows him, my heart's fight is stronger than my mentality's. He's my person.

You know?

Like he's always gonna be my person I'm never getting bored of him.

I guess that's why I let him leave me like the waves leave the sand, always hoping he'll come rushing back.