(This poem is dedicated to all the boys who was heartbroken by their loved one. I feel like more poems should be there for them as well. Because in the end they've also felt Pain.)

She fell first,
And spoke with her heart,
Left shy little hints, like scared art,
And he noticed them all,
Picked them all up, dusted them off,
And tucked them in the safest corner of his heart

He waited patiently,...