Simply put the boy is not like any other boy,
He flirts, he fights, he argues, he screams
He’s angry, he’s undisciplined, he’s crazy, he’s unstable
Being this way people always say behind his back
“No wonder he can’t keep a relationship” or even
“Why would a girl go out with him?” or the worst
“That girl doesn’t know what she’s getting into
The boy would go through relationship, after relationship, after relationship, after relationship, over and over,
With the coldness inside building up after ever “I think we should see other people”
And all the countless “It’s not you, it’s me”
The boy would then break down and ask himself “Why me?”
He’d quickly answer himself “Maybe it was the flirting, the meanness, the not caring, the lying, the over protectiveness?”
Then a few days later he would go back to the girl, whoever this one was saying
“Take me back!!! I didn’t do anything wrong” in which the girls would all answer
“No”
Again he would crumble
He’d get better
He’d get worst
He’d be great
Then terrible
For months, then a girl would come, a gorgeous girl would come
“She’s the one to save me!” he’d cry out inside
And they would be together very happily at that
Cut to three weeks later
“It’s not you, it’s me”
This brought out the blade of escape
It would be the first of many the blade would appear
It cut so deeply he believed there to be no worst pains
So he would march on like a determined soldier and march on
To find the one he loves