The Boy in Black

I wrote this poem a few years ago about this imaginary friend I had as a kid.
[It wouldn't let me post it anywhere else.]

The boy in black, he came to me just that other day when I was in need.
He was tall, dark, mysterious, friendly, and he had self belief.
I’ve tried to stop him from walking in my life, but still, somehow I let him in.
He said to me, “These ‘friends’ of yours, they’re just a fantasy.
You think they’re trustful, you think they’re faithful, you think they care, but see.
After all the things you thought they were, now they just let you plead.
They talk to you, they play with you, but trust me, my friendship’s all you’ll ever need.
If you stick with me, I’ll teach you how to be so independent and so brave, and you’ll be just like me.
So powerful, adorable, and special in some way.”
I looked at him, I trusted him, I put my life in his hands, hoping, and praying that some day I will succeed.
Now a few years have passed, and things are getting worse.
But he stuck with me, and he proved to me that these people I know, they’re not real.
Just yesterday he talked to me and told me something I didn’t please.
He said to me, “My time’s near done, you might’ve found someone, but still I will not trust.
I’ll stick with you, and stay with you, till I’m sure she is the one.
When my time will come, you will have to tell the world the true story about me.
You will let them know, and make them sure that once someone did care.
And that one who cared, and helped you out, is just someone who was never real.
But that’s only what they’ll think, because deep inside, we both know that I was real indeed.
And when that time will come, I will have to run, I cannot stay because they’ll know.
It’s the secrecy in this thing that makes it all flow.”
Oh how I hate to say, that he has to go, he has been the only true friend I’ve ever known.
I just wish he’d change. I hope and pray that he’ll decide to stay for good.
He’s one thing that I’ll always depend on, even though the world doesn’t know.
I asked him why, he has to leave, but all he said was, “Aly, they will not believe.
They will think it’s fake, they will tease, and I’ll be waste, so it’s better if I go.
But I promise that sometime I’ll stop by to see how it all goes.”
He smiled, I cried, I realized what he meant. He had to go, he was a support, and in my heart he’ll always stay.
For eternity, he’ll have a place right here by my side.
But for now, he’s still here, and I’m happy because that’s all I need.