he told me he loved me,
that he wished he could spend
the rest of his life
and my downfalls.
he said i was beautiful
that when i smiled the earth moved,
that when i cried the gods sighed,
that when i laughed the sun shone,
that when i broke down i defined sincerity.
he swore he had never met anyone like me
someone who felt so deeply,
embraced life and death with such fury,
and had the world tagging unto her heels.
he said i was spectacular
as he looked into my eyes,
as we sat by the water,
and wished on every star
that dared cross our path.
he said he had never felt that way before,
and could never feel that way again.
so, my question is,
why hasn't he called?
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.