Him And Her He almost fell in love With a broken girl, A cigarette between her lips And a drink in her hands. A wandering mind, A travelling soul, Wondering where her final destination is. With every word she said With every touch of her skin He could see the light he has ever seen. Not too broken, Kind of cute, A little beautiful disaster. Rib bones and scars, With pretty green eyes. So many stories to tell, That no one ever was allowed to listen to. Maybe that’s why he thought she was special Or was it only because no one ever touched him like that So she gave him her heart wrapped up in trust. It was something he just couldn’t give back. But then he told her lies! All these lies! How beautiful she was! How kind she was! How smart she was! The first person he ever told he loved her she was! All these things so fair and beautiful, An utter wonderland behind a mirror. But tell me please! How much heaven can you fit between two hearts? And then he almost fell in love with every little thing That made him think of her. Every puff of smoke. Every drink in her hand. The stories she told. Stories all about them, With memories rolling down her cheeks, From bloodshot eyes. And taking deep breaths with blackened lungs Which is ironic enough. But she’s not asking for any permissions! It’s like she’s always been dead anyway With lost hopes She may asking him one day for his forgiveness But he won’t be there to save her. Because in this world where sex and drugs are easy to get, He won’t need to stick together with her. There are so many other hers, Far too willing to swallow his everyday expressions. Cheap and greedy he’s telling them what they want to hear, trying to find a path or a journey, Because what nobody knows is: He hasn’t found his final destination either.