I started this poem with, \"I once knew a boy\"
But then I stopped,
and took a deep breath,
because I had never actually knew him.
I was going to say that I once knew a boy with many hoodies,
Nearly as much as the list of dreams he kept hidden under his pillow.
If I actually had known him,
I would have been able
to tell you that
he had so many hoodies
because his scars
were so deep
and his list was long because those scars were much deeper.
I once new a boy
that wanted to get away any way he knew how.
I never knew why.
I never really knew him.