I'm writing this in the style of a letter to...
Dear Boy...

Happiness is no longer
an option...

As I kiss
your soft tender lips...

He's late again
I don't need to wonder...

Maybe
if you tell the truth...

I see you whenever you decide to show up and when...

I want you to know that I'm not happy. i haven't...

I'll smile today
like nothings wrong...

There is this place
that no one knows of...

I try not to cry over you
You're not worth my tears...

I have nothing left to say to you
And I no longer wish to speak to you...

I've never felt
More alone as I do now...