for the whole world to judge.
he erased and re wrote.
he thought about it, really hard.
when he was done,
he didn't even feel a thing.
or maybe he pretended to.
she felt her words spill on the page leaving a mess behind of a picture only she could paint. sure, it was up for interpretation but she took that masterpiece and hung it in her room. anyone was welcome there.
he drove to work.
she walked to school.
a boy woke up the same time everyday,
showered and combed his hair
with a black comb. he brushed
his teeth then placed his toothbrush
in it's spot on the counter next to his hair gel.
she slept through her alarm, felt the sensation of the water against her body and the heavy wetness of her hair on her back. the mint bubble on her gums and let her toothbrush fall in the shower.
he swore by quotes and words
"to live by" and pondered
them throughout the day.
she wrote them and kept breathing.
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