A Boy Poem by abi Whitaker

She's got scars on her wrist
With her nails painted black
She's a seventeen-year-old darkness queen
She's a rebel, she's a rocker
Nobodys gonna stop her
She's got her platforms on and shes ten feet tall
She's in her leather jacket, leaning against his garden wall
He runs his hands through her raven hair
He holds her finger-nail-bitten hands
He trys to save her
But she doesn't understand
She does DIY, pierced her own ears
As he trys to tell her it's not safe
To have a knife under your pillow
She's always got a bottle near
And he wouldn't dare take it off her
He trys to
But he can't save her
From herself
He's seen the tattoo she has on her bum
That her daddy doesn't know about
He's caressed the cuts she's given herself
He's kissed her tears away
And over time she'll let him in
And tell him all the things nobody knows
She'll give up drinking and the knife will go
And he will stay
They'll run away in a couple of years
she'll wear a black wedding dress
They'll write each other poems
And sonnets
He'll think the world of her
she remembers back to her troubled days
And sheds a sorrowful tear
And she laughs
Because she's realised
They were the best days of her life
She met her One
She met the love of her life
A boy who turned her world around
Gave her something to live for
His name is tattoed on her wrist
Above the scars
And their love rises high
Above the stars.