“With you, I’m Alive,” he said, “It’s like all the missing pieces of my heart finally collide.” A warm feeling exploded inside her, reaching up her eyes. Though, her voice was firm, “This is rediculous!”
His eyes closed, taking a last fleeting look into hers,
“Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.”
She scoffed, “Then glue up Boy.”
“But, Without you I’ve got no hand to hold,” he said, enclosing her palms into the grace of his warm ones. Her arm slipped out his embrace, rather harshly, leaving a depleting warm feeling inside both of them. “Find another hand.”
Shaking his head vigorously, he said,
“Without you I feel torn, like a sail in a Strom!”
She grunted, and exhaled a large breath, “Then stitch up,” she hissed. Firmly resting her hands on his chest and pushed him back. With a heavy heart, the boy stumbled back and sighed. She was a rock strong girl, and he knew it.
He sighed again, in a kitty soft tone he spoke, “You gotta Listen to me Love…I did and do not love you to get a broken heart.”
Letting his feet walk baby steps, the boy approached her, and she stood still, much to her dismay. It was a chance she lost when she could’ve run away. “You gotta understand that, With you, I Fall—”
“I’ve never thought you were capable to sound so gay!” She exclaimed, small smile playing her face. The boy scoffed, a mischevious glint soaring up to his deep blue eyes, “Like I care. Have you ever seen yourself in a mirror? If some great person hadn’t come up with the concept of a tomboy, you’d be bisexual!”
“Pft, would not!” She defended, “I hate you. Go away.” He sighed, “No, listen to me. With you, I fall—”
“You still sound gay.”
Rolling his eyes, he continued, “—It’s like I’m leaving all my past In silhouettes up on the wall.”
She sighed, “Please understand,” she pleaded. “I’m a Mess! You can’t—”
“But, You’re My Beautiful Mess!”
The uncertinaty defined her eyes right then. He was getting annoyed. And she was getting scared. His words were always soothing to her and she would melt at them. It was a daily dose. Fluid was welling up in the grey pools of hers while she tried holding them in the bay.
its like we’re standing hand in hand with all our fears upon the edge.”
Looking her in the eye he fessed, “You know all the things I would never dare tell a soul, Love. I don’t believe you’re giving up so easy.”
Her hand flew to her mouth, keeping the sobs from getting audible much.
“You’re the perfect Melody. The only Harmony.” He chuckled, “I would never admit this to a soul, but You’re the favorite Part of Me, Standing next to me—As sappy as it sounds, I feel complete.”
“And then there’s you. Giving up on us.” He shook his head disappointed. “You make me feel like a Sad Song.”