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The Man

But I gave the world up for you. Poured my secrets and cried the rivers. The light long leaving my eyes and my heart beats terribly slow. I can't be in the same room as you, it kills me to love you. Your eyes bore down on my ever so pale, lifeless face. You sit there and radiate light. I emit darkness. How such a man can be so faithless, it leaves me breathless. It makes me sad to see you cry. Let alone I know you don't try. I love to see your skin cut wide open, showing the scars you once glued over. Ever so lightly on your face there is painted the resentment that I waited. I smile and take my knife, and plant it in your back, you wheeze and shout please. I don't believe that you did right, so I watch your face grow tight. I see you shrink into yourself, and immediately feel the relief. I have defeated one, can I defeat many?

The Boy

 Your eyes dart away to any part of the room after I glance your way. Your smile breathtaking. I don't know whether I've met you before or not at all. I hunch over my work and bore my eyes into the paper. I don't want to show you my face. It's scarred and cracked. It represents my heart. I don't know whether I can love another. Ponder me now, kissing my lips. Holding me close and watching my hair wisp. I can't deny the feelings inside. But I do want to show you my faith I will provide. You clutch at your sides like you have been shot, you bleed and bleed for the one you want. I don't deny the feelings inside, it's getting harder and harder every single night. I long for the phone call that brings me the joy, but cry in the pillow thinking I might be a toy. We only share glances and soft mumbles of "hellos" but every day I muster the courage to look your way. I self-consciously look away, feeling the heat on my cheeks and my body stiffen. I can't decipher the words you've written. They look like crimson on the bright white, like something I'd read on a cold and lonely night. I sell my soul and sell my organs in order to repay the debts I have from writing about you online. I use a pen and paper now. I fill envelopes upon envelopes with letters written to you. I want you to see what I see too. I look upon the night sky and wonder which star you see first. I look at the moon and see you there, holding a harpoon just above a wisp of your hair. Gold and silver just like you should, I can see right now that I probably would. The problem is I look at you from the other side of the room. I see your blue eyes and look down. I don't muster the courage to smile or say hello. I am the one that you won't notice, because I am always here and you are always there.