Him; Wonderful, brilliant. Dark eyes and hair. Funny, bright. A cute smile. Someone that any girl would be lucky to have. Stay strong, because you’re a man. Don’t tell her what you think. Don’t tell her how you hurt. Hide it, because she’s troubled. Hide it, because she’s hurting too. On the outside, we’re a perfect match. Holding hands, long gazes. Kiss him slow and watch them stare- at how our stars aligned. “Special.” “Happy.” “Lucky!” “Cute.” “Aww.” He’s everything I don’t deserve. He’s careful, patient. All I did was ruin him. I should’ve stayed away. My dark ways, my pain- Leaked onto him like ink spilled from the bottle. All I wanted to be was loved. .•.•.•.•.• Me; Aichmomaniac, psycho. Rude, horrible, traumatized. Golden brown hair- No smile. Someone that any boy- Would be petrified to have. There’s not much to say. You said it all. “I forgive you. I know what they did to you. It’s not your fault. They made you this way.” Disappeared and left for hours. You didn’t text, didn’t respond. I needed you- you weren’t there. When you promised me you would. Ouch… and it hurts so bad. But I’m use to wounds ripped open. I love the way it hurts, love the blood. I love the pain it gives me, how I smile. The adrenaline, the blades, the grin. I love it when you hurt me. I’ll always be me; insane… I’m twisted, far from good. I don’t get sad first, no, I get mad, you should know. Then I blow it off, dust from a box. I shrug, forget it. I go numb after I throw some. Friends call me insane. People stare on. Watch me burn- I won’t go alone. Afterall- We have a throne to rule.