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




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