His life is judged, even though he’s always himself.
He never fakes to be someone else, to make someone else happy.
All he wants is to be loved…
His one fear is dying alone,
He’s been exposed to the rudeness of the world.
Been called names, letting him take them in, to define himself.
Ugliness, creepy, rude…
Gets rejected almost every day.
He has many talents, but because of the bullies
within this world…
He doesn’t know how many he has.
He doesn’t take compliments well,
or believe the compliment giver.
He loves art work, but doesn’t believe that he’s any good.
One day, he met a princess, she was kind to him,
and showed him the kindness of the world.
Showed him that there is good in this earth.
They started as friends, she promising him that he’ll find a lover some day.
And if he wouldn’t find someone she’d find someone for him.
The compliments continue, then one evening…
her feelings for him come through.
She reads his compliments in a whole new way.
When she hears loves songs on the radio she thinks of him.
Seeing couples in public wishing she was with him,
holding his hand.
Then he asks the question,
“Do you like me?”
The butterflies start, the redness slowly grows up her cheeks,
and chills run down her arms.
“Yes. Yes I do.” She replies
“Would you like to go on a date with me?”
A boy’s interested in me, and he’s not perverted, my dreams have come true, and prayers have been answered.
Why couldn’t this have happened earlier in my life, but then again someone really close to me once said, good things come to those who wait, and I’ve waited for many years.
The feelings grow stronger, but I know that I can’t have a boyfriend, dumb ex-relationship.
But I love him, but, I know that relationships at this time, only bring me down, because I’m putting all my time towards it.
I become clingy, I-I don’t know what else to do…
Copyright © Emaka Abbott | Year Posted 2016
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