just a boy, just a girl

He's just that boy from the projects.

He's that boy who doesn't give a rat's ass about anyone but himself.

He's that boy who is secretly afraid to go home, because every night without fail his father will have beaten him bloody.

He's that that guy who will beat your ass for looking at him too long.

That guy who wants to be heard, but his fists are the only way to make himself seen.

That guy who wants to be better, not the school's most notorious punk.

That guy who's just damned tired of the bullshit.

.

Then he sees her.

The girl who hide herself in the dark corners of the class with her sketchbook.

The girl who wouldn't look anyone in the eye but him.

The girl who he can make laugh with just a waggle of his eyebrow piercing, who he can make smile with his perverted comments.

The girl who makes him finally feel whole.

He finds the girl who makes sex meaningful, that girl who doesn't ask questions because she already knows.

The girl who will bandage the bruises on his skin and heart just because she loves him.

He finally finds the girl who makes him whole.

And she's just the pale Goth girl in the back of the class.