This is a found poem which means these words are not my own.  I simply rearranged them in a more poetic fashion. They were spoken by a 17 year old boy in a special education classroom.  I was moved by his sincerity and the nature of his definition of love. It is easy to judge young people because their decisions and mistakes are so obvious to us who have gone through it.  We have wisdom that can rarely be gained except through experience.

All those I love yous were lies.

I made her cry all the time.

I should have let my friend go at her

while I had the chance.

Let them do what they had to do,

and get it over with.

Now, we got nothing.