i own a photograph
of a boy who i once knew
and he had scars all over his body.
he was a lover.
and a drinker of wine
and when he spoke
all the girls stopped
to listen to him tell his stories.
They all loved to hate him.
loved to prove him wrong.
and everytime he said he was sorry
it became a new story
another checkmark on their list
of reasons why
he should be scarred again.
the boy was perfect
in the ways of making girls
feel like women
then like girls
and then like fools.
he was a magician.
but they all were afraid of his power.
he tried to make music
and he tried to make love
but each scar he tried to cover
stung and he cried from the pain.
he was a magician in the art
of making girls
feel like women
then realizing they were not.
and everytime
he learned another name
and a new scar
formed in a new place of his heart.
he can make you feel like a woman.
but remember.
you're only a girl.
7:54 pm - 12.04.04
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