When you're sixteen

And tired of feeling left out

Boring

Mortal

And someone offers you a lifetime of being, "cool"

Being the oracle

Being special

What do you do?

You take it.

Because you're sixteen

And tired of feeling left out

But you learn the hard way

That decisions made at sixteen

Usually are stupid

Foolish

You watch your friends

The way they love one another,

Arms intertwined

Gazing at one another

Like the other is the most important person in the world

And you wish that someone

Just once

Would love you like that.

But they can't

The years go by

And you're lonely.

Lonelier than you've evereverever been

And you cry yourself to sleep.

But things change when he comes along.

You've known him forever and a day

So why is he suddenly the most important thing in the world?

Why do you blush

When he smoothes your hair

Or compliments your art?

He's a god.

An immature

Irresponsible

Meaningless

god.

But you does have to admit

When he's around,

You doesn't feel left out

Boring

Mortal

No, when he's around

You're the most important person in the world.