I once met a boy close to my age that was like no other.
We became friends until he was as close as a Brother.
Over time my love turned into passion, for my
love for my newly found Brother gave me great satisfaction.
He loved me back and in great surprise,
it was he who initiated the love that would open my eyes.
One day I heard a song that fit him just right
it said if loving you is wrong I don’t want to be right.
As time would have it the boy turned into a man
and over time we grew apart.
But I could not help but want more
of the love and desire now deeply set in my heart.
He moved away to college and we grew more distant.
I never stopped loving him until one particular visit.
Things got out of control and we got in a fight,
I left without a lover and a friend that dreadful night.
I am that boy who is now a man
who had his heart ripped out by another's hand.
Years have passed and now both of us are old, but
I still love that young boy who once captured my soul.
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