Three Guys
I know three guys.
Only three guys.
I know them very well.
I know their names, I know where they come from,
I know what I mean to them, and they know what they mean to me.
HE is my first love.
Other than that, he needs no introduction.
HE has a good heart. I like him. I like him a lot.
He feels the same, and I hold hope that something could become of us in the future.
HE is the lowest form of low, even lower.
But I like him. It always starts off that way.
He knows my name, and the smell of my hair.
But he has no idea how deep into his heart I want to stick this knife.
(2012)
