Yeah the words are his and he takes full ownership.

He admits he has himself knee high and ****, but he doesn’t mean it.

 He doesn’t mean to be a fool a grown man tool completely useless and heart less.

 Look in his eyes… can’t you see him pleading for forgiveness.

Yes! He’s a jerk and he swears he’s the world and the universe revolves around him but he’s just expressing his self.

He’s always late and he may be wasting his life away.

Didn’t finish high school and he wears his record as a badge on his sleeve where his heart used to be. And they are one in the same.

 But he’s been there and done that so now he knows the game telling the youngest not to do the same.

He has no control over his self so his passions slip and the wrong words roll off his tongue and glides through his lips.

Hollow inside where the bullet holes rest

And he is part of me like when his chest rises so does mine and he exhales when the breath is liberated from her.

When he bleeds… she bleeds

And no we aren’t lovers nor sister and brother. They have no relation out side from me feeling his pain

And he feels her rushing through his veins keeping him alive… when he bleeds, I and she bleeds.

Because he is apart of me. I make up he and he I.

But there is no relation I have never seen this man before.

They live worlds apart and let he still has manage to capture her heart.

She is beauty. The very definition of all natural.

She has her life planned out and her ambitions are beyond average.

But she looks for love in the wrong places some one to fill the empty void that is the hollow place between her legs, two lives parallel to each other never to meet.

She exist only in her own mind because her world is empty

People see right through her

She doesn’t speak unless it is absolutely necessary and when she opens her mouth the world is shaken and turned upside down with her mixed emotions.

Every time she cries he cries. And their tears make red streams of lost dreams on their checks.

And sometimes I can feel their pain simultaneously, but I am just messenger, a bridge that they can not cross. I have free range I can come off a chapter and his life and walk onto a new page in her book. I have met both of them and they are one of the same.

And they exist in two separate worlds both victims of a world gone wrong and while one will stay strong and use his strength to cause pain the other will quietly destroy her self.

As their bodies mingle together and they exasperate their natural urges… they come together to form this life a bundle of hurt and pain.

But they have never met. They just feel each others pain.

When he bleeds she bleeds when her world is lost so is his and when they cry they cry together. Their tears never dry out but they drown their frustrations in an ocean that neither one of them can cross.

So they have no choice but to live there lives over and over, on parallel paths, so they never meet they just share each other grief.