He was just a boy.
He couldn’t tell her what she needed.
He had no idea what she wanted.
He spoke too loudly,
touched her too often
and not often enough.
He smoked too much
and smelled like an ash tray.
He ate too quickly
and drank like a fish.
He was just a boy.
A boy she thought she could never let go of.
She was just a girl.
She couldn’t tell him what she needed.
She had no idea what she wanted.
She spoke too softly,
wanted to be touched too often
and then not at all.
She clung too close to bad habits
and became an emotional ash tray.
She ate up the lies
and drank in the deceit.
She was just a girl.
A girl who was wrong in thinking
she could never let go.
~kissedbysadness
