I still see the boy with a lisp who spoke so slowly just so he could avoid the way his mouth twisted every "the" and every "s" I still see him. I try to avoid those memories you know the ones like seiming in a lake with him the thought of how he held me on his back so we could go deeper into the dark water I push the thoughts of the games and inside jokes of how he always slowed his bike down on hills cuz I was to scared and had to walk it down. I try to forget this boy that boy makes me not what to leave me own bed. tonight I don't just think of that boy but the same boy yet so changed with time the boy who held me under the star light and kissed me the boy who tasrd like tabbaco and cold air the was that same air blew the smeel of smoke and see back against me face when he stood close to me. and tonight thinking how it's so funny how he could turn from the boy who pushed you into a pool knowing you can't seem and the same boy would jump in after you to the boy who kissed me in the dark to the boy who doesn't look me in the eye after that weekend.
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