I once knew a boy,
who'd do anything for a girl.
He loved her like no other.
He'd run to her,
when ever she called.
Five in the morning,
or Eleven at night.
He didn't care.
He got her gifts,
and spent all his time with her.
He broke his promises to everyone else,
to be by her side as long as possible.
His family started resenting him for it.
His friends ignored him.
But still,
he saw nothing but her.
He didn't want to see,
she was already in a relationship.
She told him, over and over.
She'd leave her for him.
But she never did.
When he was finally starting to let go,
she'd dig her claws back in.
Deeper and sharper.
Each time, everytime.
As timid as he was,
no one could suffer this harshly,
without a more permanent price.
What was his price?
He lost the one person he loved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem