i once knew a boy

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.