I’ll love you because I know you’ll never love me too, <br />But then my charm works against me and I lose my chance to be blue <br />As you hold me tight and kiss me oh so sweetly <br />And my inner masochist rebels and disposes of you oh so neatly. <br />Why they ever want me I doubt I’ll ever know, <br />I’m nothing but trouble, but I must have some special glow, <br />They flock to me like moths to a bare, naked flame, <br />With that hurt, dazed look when I don’t succumb to their claim. <br />Maybe one day I’ll find a boy, who can touch me in a real way, <br />But right now all I’ve seen is a million of one boy who can say <br />‘I love you’ with that earnest look, ‘its all better now, I’ll look after you’ <br />As I watch the replay in my head, they stick to me like glue. <br />Oh for those who are arrogant and bold, and don’t need me <br />Half as much as I need them: if only they could see. <br />Though I hold them to me with aloofness and break them <br />Till they are but shadows of the boy I once craved.<br /><br />Amy Carmichael<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-million-of-one-boy/
