Breaking Boys 22

"He was the boy I could never find words to describe, even now, in this moment. He was the boy who never was a boy to break. He never became my possession, but only a thought in my mind, some words from my lips, and a few laughs from my eyes. I hated him because he was right, honest and brutal. I despised his dating style and the women he associated himself with, but was still too interested in his love life. Our flirting ways exchanged the power between us like a teeter-totter and made way for speculation and unfounded accusations from friends and lovers alike."