My Drawing

I had a piece of paper
I was going to draw a picture
Perfect straight brown hair
That hangs over a face
As a shape begins to form
It becomes a young boy
The eyes are shaped like almonds
Clear ocean azure blue
His hand is holding a chain
Down by his side
His lips shape into a smile
His blue jeans hang loosely
But I erase and they
Become tighter
His long sleeved white shirt
Has three buttons undone
Why are his feet bare?
A chain tight around his neck
Compliments the studs around
His waist that hang loose
His black and red tie is wrinkled
His other hand is rubbing
The back of his neck
A girl says the picture's beautiful
But somehow familiar
After she leaves, I tear it up
And I throw it away
Angry but crying
Sighing so sadly
Why are you all I can think about?