For eleven years of my life
I was stereotyped as the girl who
changed crushes like she changed underwear
you could never keep track any boy holding my heart
with every change I was reminded the same thing:
“don’t ever change for a boy”
in the end they won’t be worth it
and then you won’t remember who you really were
but what happens when after those eleven years
I am changed because of a boy
I didn’t change for him,
he changed me
because for once in eleven years
I am able to hold on to one boy
for longer than the wear of any undergarment
and I’m not about to stop now <3