Boys Love Boys
Who are you trying to deceive?
Tears run down my face. I hate to cry. Boys don't cry, you idiot! Boys don't have the hots for other boys. I wipe the tears that insist on falling. I take my phone, open I*, and look for something to distract me, and the first images that appear on the timeline, couldn't be someone else. Will.
It could be that person...
The one who comes to complete you,
fill with joy,
The world that was empty before...