Boy: A male child or young man.
You’re just a boy. There’s over 3 billion of you out there. I’m just a girl. There’s over 3 billion of me out there. So I guess I wonder why it had to be you, why it had to be me, why it had to be us. You’re just bones. Skin and bones and functioning organs. Skin and bones and functioning organs and eyes that shine and a smile to match. So how did you manage to fuck me up so bad? How did I manage to let you? Because let’s face it, you’re not the only one at fault. I had plenty of chances to run but I stayed right where I was with my feet planted firmly in your ground. And I watched as my flowers wilted and I kept waiting for you to water them, knowing somewhere deep inside where I didn’t want to admit it that you wouldn’t. See the thing about flowers is that if you never water them, they die. A part of me died with you and I think everyone has that. Everyone has that one person who they wish they never met but if I hadn’t of met you I wouldn’t be the same person I am today. Maybe it’s a change for the worse, because after them you build your walls back up and make them stronger than ever before. You don’t trust as easily, you regard others with extreme caution; always worrying things will turn out the same way. But on the upside you push the boy who didn’t care enough to notice that you were wilting out of your life. That’s the last step, the hardest step. The best step.
You see, that's the thing about the wrong boys. They know all the right words to say to make you blush, all the right things to do to make you feel special, all the right places to touch to make you melt into them. You're to blame too because you knew deep down that they were wrong, but you just wanted to have a little faith in humanity. And isn't that awful? Isn't that awful that the lesson you have learned is that you cannot have faith in humanity because humans will only let you down?Â
I suppose I owe you in some weird way, because thanks to you I'm done with the wrong boys, I should have known, nice guys may finish last, but that's only because the right girls take a while to smarten up and stop going for the wrong boys.Â

















