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i recall one thing my mother told me

beware the stare of broken boys

for they will capture you, lock you up with their forgotten toys

they will try to be better

sometimes you wont be able to tell.

they will shout, they will pry

and sometimes they may even make you cry

after everything i never thought i would love again

i felt hopeless

as though i was the broken boy


one day a broken boy may need a little glue

to fix the wounds, mend them up like new

if they are lucky and try very hard

that same broken boy may be loved by a girl like you

you taught me to feel

what it meant to be loved and be in love

with you

Hannah Comrie

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