Juniper Berries

there are boys who live in the forest and they will never leave they jump and twirl and dance and show each other their broken hearts and try to line up their pieces with each of the others but it never quite works

and when it rains it pours but when it pours they strip their clothes and cup their hands and drink and tell sad stories and dream about their homes

they give gifts and hold hands and make dinner and check their texts even when they know there's nothing there they pluck berries from trees and use them to paint their mouths on canvas and hang them in shops where all they get for them is "that's nice" and "i like this one"

i was a forest boy once i sang to my self and let the others listen i kissed sprites and loved little nymphs and let them dance across my sternum i loved them until they loved me and then stopped again

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I'm still not sure if I'm entirely happy with the fourth stanza. Feedback and criticism welcome.