I’d cheat on you with the boy that’s the messy eater. He makes me forget what a mess I am when all I want to do is clean up after him.
The boy with 9 or 10 scars that each have a story to tell. Especially the one on his left thigh which reminds him of me because I was there when he got it.
The boy who makes me forget which side of the bed is mine because any side next to him becomes my side.
The boy who still blushes after 3 years of being with me because my words make him feel invincible
The boy who eats breakfast for dinner with me because it’s all I can cook and he insists every meal is the best I’ll ever make.
The boy who plays in my hair as he stares at me for hours saying nothing but managing to say so much.
The boy who recites my poetry like he is reading verses from the Bible
But then I remember, all these boys are you. I resign myself to the fact that maybe I’ll cheat on all the others with these memories of you.