You were the boy.
The one with the glasses
and the reading obsession
that mirrored mine.
You were the boy
in room 5205
The one who enchanted me
for a reason that no one but myself
could understand
You didn’t listen to my music
Or watch my movies
But you listened to me
and you saw me
And I didn’t need anything else
from the boy in room 5205
That boy,
the one who kept me up
until 1 with stories and jokes
you were the one
my friends teased me for
You were the boy
who still holds
my deepest secret
You were the boy
the one that took me
on countless adventures
You were the one who
made faces at me
when Pastor was speaking
who would kicked my feet
under the table
and stole glances like they were promises
and secrets that were left in the air
you were the one who
would whisper to me in corners
the one who pulled me away
for hidden moments
you were the boy
who I told in front of 5205,
meant the world to me
You were the boy who gave me a playlist
and proceeded to tell me
that we should stay friends
you were the boy
whom I cried over
in bathrooms, and closets, and beds about
you are the boy
I still talk to every day
You are the boy
who still knows me better
than anyone
You are the boy
who rejected me
because in real life
we don’t always get the guy
and that’s okay
hurtful, but okay
because you are more
than a boy
you are the one
who I call when
I can’t help but cry
you are the boy
who I more than
happily cheers on
even when you lose
I will always save you a seat,
I will help you with English,
and I won’t make fun of you
when you mention Pokemon,
at least not a lot...
because you are the boy in room 5205,
you are my best friend
and that is enough.