Here's to the boy with the blue eyes.
The boy that was addicting as any drug.
Here's to him, when he let me drown in those ocean eyes,
but didn't throw me a raft.
Here's to me,
when I knew I was dying,
but I refused to swim.
Because even though the waves crashed upon my face
and salty water filled my lungs;
I saw him in the distance
and I couldn't look away.
So this is for all the ruined souls and black hearts.
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INTRODUCTION
YOU ARE READING
BOYS
Poetryto: all the boys who have broken hearts and left dry stars in their wake.
