To That Boy Poem, by Pmanz734, at My poetic side

To the first boy I ever fell in love with.

I hate you

Before I met you I knew what I wanted in this world

I was going to be a rough and tough football player

But now I’ve discovered my passion for the arts

I knew the kind of girl I wanted to marry. a rule abiding, scientist who could always appreciate a good discussion about politics

But then I met you

A rebel pothead who couldn’t name three presidents, and I love it. I love everything about it

I hate you

I was going fly out of this small town and never look back.

Now I don’t want to leave but I must

Leaving no longer feels like an accomplishment

it feels like a punishment for a crime I have not committed

The first time we kissed I never hated you more

This was wrong I thought

But it felt so right

Your lips rewriting everything I know

For the first time in my life tommorow didn’t matter

All that mattered was us

Jesus fucking Christ I hate you

I hate you

I wish I hated you

But I don’t

I love you

I wish I didn’t love you

Comments +

Discreation July 8th, 2017 01:41
I love your poem. Way to get your story out.
burning-embers July 8th, 2017 01:58
Clear as a bell! Why aren't you a rough tough football player? Is there still time. Lets see more. Very entertaining.
- Pmanz734July 8th, 2017 02:02
  Its more of a metaphor for the drastic change in self
Nicholas Browning July 8th, 2017 07:41
You don't find love, it finds you. Good luck with finding your peace.

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