Boy
I know a boy
His name is irrelevant
The only thing looser than his morals
Are his jeans
He puffs out smoke and a loud “Fuck you”
He uses slang fluently
In the summer he ruined me
With kisses and moans
I loaned him five dollars
That he spent on Mcdonald’s
He hasn’t paid me back yet
But in many ways he has
I know a boy
His name is still Irrelevant
He was lost
And sometimes I find him inside me