Dear Boy number 1,
you turned my world upside down,
changed green into red and smiles to tears.
Who would've thought that
your teasing and your games would
plant a fear into my bones, so strong that
I still cannot shake it?
Dear Boy number 2,
I don't think about you anymore
but I don't think about you any less, either.
Your love consumed me and
pushed me to the edge of insanity.
We were fire one second, ice the next,
battle wounds were inflicted just to get a taste of blood.
We were right in all the wrong ways, but to you,
holding another was second nature.
Dear Boy number 3,
you only ever touched me
in the dark alleys of town,
out of sight, but you were never
out of my mind.
Your kisses were new and sloppy,
and your hands left bruises
on my chilled skin.
My friends said you were bad for me, but
I fell in love with your eyes of coal.
Dear Boy number 4,
you are just great. And that's the thing.
You are everything I could wish for, but
I want someone to tear me to pieces and
rebuild me into something more.
I'm sure you can taste it in the kisses you steal,
you can see it in my constantly elusive eyes.
I'm bad news, as I've told you from the start,
never for a second did I wish to own your heart.
I hoped to kill you quickly, but
I love you like a friend.
Dear Boy number 5,
You're the kind of boy our mothers warn us about.
Danger and Lust reflect in your eyes of green -
piercing against smoky red promises of more.
The circumstances have been clear to me from the start.
You remind me of my past self, when the memory
of heartbreak was so raw and fresh in my skin,
I couldn't help myself but try and burn everything.
The thought of getting close to someone and witness pain again
bridled my emotions into a slow, barely moving crawl.
I want to save you, but this wish is turning against me.
What would you do, if you saw me in need of saving?
Light another joint and pass it to me, huh?