Potential Boys

A lot of girls

keep their feelings to themselves

because they're tired of

pouring their hearts out to the wrong guy

with a right impression

and butterflies in their stomachs

dont mean anything anymore, they

are replaced with condom rappers at the ends of

great nights and the memorization of dial tones,

unanswered phone calls and false hopes that

somehow still make them stay

as if they knew faith was actually real

because the way she felt in his arms took the place

of lonely nights and tears on her pillow cases

watching the notebook and fearing the significance of

being forever alone

on her own, going home

to an empty bed and a phone full of old text messages

from exes that turned them into the monster that

they always hide in school hallways and encounters

with those potential boys.

the same boys that reach into her soul

once again making her feel like the princesses

she seen growing up on disney channel movies

never knowing that reality is like an expiration date

to being innocent and dreams are not really what your

heart makes, instead they turn into heart breaks

just an illusion.. a cloud full of fake thoughts

she carries herself like a lady full of strength

and pride, the potential soulmate

those guys never knowing how the texture of her heart feels

and what the taste of her tears reflect

because they never take the time to

they only want the chase, the thrill

the same adrenaline that enters their penis for

an erection that doesn't come with a condom

to protect her heart

just imitations of what real men are supposed to be

they carry themselves like men full of strength

and pride, the potential soulmate

she, never knowing how he really is and what he

really reflects

like open wounds, her heart bleeds for a closure

a shelter, somebody to hold her on rainy

days and walk to the stores for midol and chocolates

spoil her on valentines day and let the world know

how amazing she is,

the same feeling she had with her first love,

the same guy who broke her heart into tiny pieces

that can't be fixed with just two hands.

he knows how to fill in the cracks of her heart what his poisonous cement .

He holds her the way her father never did .

He gives her everthing so when he leaves she will be nothing but

the broken pieces of her heart

which will just become another trophy on his shelf.

But Somewhere between the scars and the pain that he made

She kept the promise she made.

To stay true to herself.

never be ashamed of who she is and how

she wants to be loved..

If nothing else, she was proud of that.