There was a boy who loved a boy.

There was a boy who loved a boy.
The love shined bright, yet it was hidden right there in plain sight.
The love the boy had was not expected, and he could do anything but accept it.
He felt out of place and neglected in a world that didn't understand the feelings that he felt.

There was a boy who loved a boy.
I love you. Those were the words the boy longed to say, to be embraced and to feel at ease in his arms.
But the love was unrequited and he knew it, knew it more than anything.
The boy he loved, loved girls and that was the end of it, the love would never be declared.

There was a boy who loved a boy.
The pain was unbearable, the shame was felt all day and all night, he couldn't handle it, he could not handle it.
Happiness would come and go, not often and it was always short lived.
The boy had realized a long time ago that to carry on like this was foolish.
He chose to end his life but his last moments were genuine and warm as he thought about the boy he loved more than anything.

There was a boy who loved a boy.