The day he started taking selfies,
is the day the smile on my face grew brighter,
because I thought maybe he had finally saw the same
beauty I saw every time I looked at him.

We were friends for years,
standing together through thick and thin,
I was depressed in seventh grade,
and he pulled me out of it and made me talk to someone,
He wanted to kill himself in eighth grade,
and most likely tried,
and as soon as I heard I reported him
because I couldn't imagine my life without him.

His green eyes and blond hair tore holes in my heart,
and his smile could light up the room,
forget the crooked teeth
and fuck everyone who ever made fun of him,
because that can be fixed,
the scars they left with their mean words,
and their sneers can never be healed.

I fell in love with everything about him.
He was awkward and never knew what to say,
his hands were sweaty whenever I held them,
and he used humor to cover up his emotions,
but he was the sweetest boy I ever met,
always apologizing for things,
even if it was never his fault.
And he told me he'd beat the crap out of anyone that
ever hurt me,
and sent me goodnight texts without missing a day.

We broke up
because we felt too close,
and how do you date someone you call bro and man,
and wrestle and teasingly insult like a brother?
But I will always love him
because I don't know how to stop...

and so the day he started taking selfies,
is the day the smile on my face grew brighter,
because I thought maybe he had finally saw the same
beauty I will always see.