I loved a boy, 

who loved himself. 

With my arms right around his body, 

i felt cold. 

He kept me at a distance, I complied. Lovestruck. 

I only wished for love in return, 

to feel home in his arms. 

He was not taught how to love, but to steal it. to 

shatter fragile, young, giving, hearts. 

I still hope, one day 

quietly, for even a second, he will 

remember how to love someone else. Remember 

me.