It was swimming fingers. Beautiful compliments, Dark days, Beautiful rains. Boys telling me I was their everything, Then leaving me. It was my mother. My best friends Jessie, Shea, Kali. Drowning in my hurt, Them pulling me out. It was suicide on my brain. It was twelve roses that didn't mean anything. It was my beautiful cousins Hailey and Brook Who read it first. It was a thousand broken promises. It was liquor. It was boys throwing me against walls. It was years. It was loss. Boys cause chaos.
