B•oy

Boys?

What are they?

Humans?

Yes.

When they are pretending to be in love

They armed themselves with words and poems

Those poor hearts

Melted like caramel

Those poor hearts

Surrender everything, anything

Those poor hearts

Thought they are the one

Those poor hearts

Forgot who they belong to

But little they know

Boys used them

Boys penetrated them

Boys slaughtered them

Now,

They cried

They begged

They killed

I, maybe one of the girls

I, maybe stupid enough

I am sorry, brothers and sisters

I am not a feminist

Nor I hate boys

But I am just telling the truth.