he fights his way to the top, pushing, shoving, punching, just to get beaten down again with words. who's to say he isn't a real boy? she is lost, she doesn't know where she's going, or even where she would like to be going. she hides behind him, wondering if she'll ever have to face the same pain he goes through every day. he hopes she never will, but knows in his heart that she will, at some point we all do. he will continue to shelter her from the hurt in the world, even if it means he begins to crack a little himself from the extra pressure he's put upon himself in the process. she thinks she knows what she wants finally, she wants to be more like him. he warns her to keep it inside, what would the kids at school say if they knew? maybe it would be better if they didn't hang around together all the time. sometimes she enters a room and she struggles to keep her emotions inside, gags on the lies of a peace within herself. she never really was like the other girls, she had ambition, she had blood lust, she had a strange desire to be closer than normal with her girls. when she's on her way out, he walks in, not knowing if the rest of the world is linking them together. he hopes, for her sake that they don't, that she never really has to hear how society doesn't exactly except people like them. his heart bleeds at the thought of her having to defend herself against the cruelty of the others that surround her at any given time. he is chased into a corner and he isn't even sure himself if he is a real boy anymore. they have finally gotten to him. the tears are starting to fall, but he's not just crying for himself, he cries for her as well. little does he know that she is doing the same thing on the other side of the door. she has been questioning herself for as long as she can remember, but somehow it is just harder all of a sudden. this time everything is real. she opens the door and runs into his open arms where they let the salt wash away their wounds until next time. for now everything makes sense. he and she are one. hir voice has a tinge of sadness left over, but other than that, completely fine.
finally the weekend, not that it'll seem like it, seeing as I have rehearsal in the morning and all... suckage. another weekend of no time to really sleep in. on well, got blenz across the street if we have a break. gahhhh
just another reminder, anyone out there who's reading this, GUESS THE SONGS. if you can guess the songs that my post titles are from hit me up or comment. doesn't matter if they're wrong.
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