The Fourth Boy

I have been in love with four boys.

I gained composure and became open because of one.

I became more athletic, a better artist, and more self-conscious because of other.

I became forgiving, calm, delicate, innocent and more intelligent because of another.

And the fourth one made me wilder, he made me voice my thoughts and louder, and he made me confident.

I have been in love four times.

The first time it was with an older guy, when I used to be wild and crazy.

The second time it was with an athlete and an artist, when I used to normal and composed.

The third time was with the popular guy, when I used to be popular.

And the fourth time was just something else.

I have given my heart to four boys.

To one I was merely a little sister.

I don’t even know what I was or am to the second one.

I was just a friend to the third one.

And the fourth one gave his back to me.

I have loved four boys.

And I absolutely hated the fourth one.