The Boy Who Believed in Fairytales
I was the boy who spent hundreds and eventually thousands on you.
Who spent because it meant you’d show me you loved me.
Who couldn’t get you to express lust or love otherwise.
You were the girl who made special plans to exercise together with me at the pool.
The girl who brought us to the far away pool, a 20 minute walk, because your friend was there.
Who jumped into the single lane next to him immediately.
Who let me cross 10 lanes to the other side, alone.
You were the girl who told me you were going to leave.
I was the boy who told you I needed a few cause I get really dizzy and nauseous.
You were the girl who was thoughtful enough to say I’ll leave you my towel!
You were the girl who saw my face and realized that was wrong.
Who backpedaled and said you’d stay.
Who’d already said she would go.
Who tried to touch me in the hot tub.
I was the boy who told you to stop because someone could see us.
Who really told you to stop because I couldn’t stand when you fixed it with sex.
I was the boy who moved plans to be with you.
You were the girl who moved me to make plans.
I saw it this way: family, you, self, friends, school.
You saw it this way: school, family, friends, self, 45$
You were the girl that put your leg on top some other guy right in front of me.
I was the boy that looked away and kept walking.
You were the girl who cheated on me with your ex a year ago.
I was the boy who never called it cheating until right now.
You were the girl who thought I was mean for not wanting to be friends after.
I was the boy who apologized 6 months later for being left.
I was the boy who invited you to things.
Who knew you would say no.
Who invited you anyways.
Who hated himself when you said I can’t I’m busy again.
I was the boy who would pull back when you did something terrible.
You were the girl who would only try when I pulled back.
You were the girl who gave me your time.
I was the boy whose time meant nothing.
When we were together, only one of us was giving the gift of our presence.
You were the girl who did learn to prioritize me.
Who made sure I knew you were prioritizing me.
Who wouldn’t stop till I felt bad for existing next to you.
You were the girl who withdrew if I didn’t respond for 3 hours.
You were the girl who was just busy if you didn’t respond for 3 days.
You were the girl who told me we’d go on adventures our first week together.
I was the boy that still believed in fairytales.