It’s later, and there’s no call.
Maybe I’ve done something wrong,
or he just doesn’t want to talk to me.
I hate myself for crying.
I just want my boyfriend.

I want to do everything that everyone else does.
I want to hold his hand and kiss his lips.
I want to know his smell and touch without having to look at who it is.
Why can’t he be here?
I love him so much.
I don’t want another boy; I want him.

He can break my heart a...