She's an extraordinary girl

In an ordinary world

Chocolate brown hair, blue eyes, innocent, genuine, she truly was one of a kind.

And she can't seem to get away.

Trapped - after twenty-one years she felt confined to this mold that she had formed and she had to get out, get away, it wasn't her anymore and she was suffocating.

He lacks the courage in his mind

Like a child left behind

Like a pet left in the rain

He'd grown accustomed to it. Her seeking her solace in him until she was done, and he was cast aside. Whipped, pathetic whatever it was he always waited, held onto the small hope she'd some day she'd want him too...for real, not just for a moment. But he was too scared to ask for anything more, to scared of the rejection and not having her at all, so he waited.

She's all alone again

Wiping the tears from her eyes

Distraught she had no idea where to go, but she climbed into her perfectly polished car and drove from her perfectly molded life towards his door, always to him. The door with such significance marred with scratches it wasn't unblemished like her door but real, not perfect, it was the essence of him.

Some days he feels like dying

He doesn't know why he does it, the constant set up for rejection, it tore him up inside.

'He was cheating on me' she whimpered before collapsing into his waiting arms, arms that were always there open and waiting.

'Its okay' he soothes reassuring her 'He wasn't right for you sweetie' as he leads her to his couch.

'When am I not going to be alone, when is it my turn to find someone'

'Love is everywhere, you'll find yours soon, I promise' he whispers into her hair.

After a couple minutes she untangles herself from his embrace and heads towards the bathroom. And he sat there, watches her go and he waits; he was always waiting.

She gets so sick of crying

She sees the mirror of herself

An image she wants to sell

To anyone willing to buy

'What is wrong with me' she thought staring at her blotchy face and smeared makeup. 'God, he must hate all these crying I do, who would want this' she muttered.

He steals the image in her kiss

From her heart's apocalypse

From the one called whatser name

'You're beautiful' he stated from the bathroom door as he entered and with wet a face cloth. Gently wiping her face as she closes her eyes she lifts her lips to his, gently she sought he refuge in him until he pulled away.

'Not like this, please' he begged, he could wait, always he would wait but he couldn't be cast away, not again. Silently he placed her pajamas on the counter and heads back to his room to sleep, well not sleep, to wait to comfort her when she would climb in beside him and he would rock her to sleep, waiting for her to reach peace he would sooth her, always waiting.

She's all alone again

Wiping the tears from her eyes

Softly she sniffled, hurt he had pulled away and because of the realization that as her world was crashing before her eyes she felt more at home here, with him, his imperfections mixed with hers, they fused and fit.

Sometimes he felt like dying

Her tears agonized him, but what killed him was that they were never for him. He reached out in the dark and pulled her petit form towards him, wrapping himself around her like a shield, he'd do anything to shield her, her very own protection.

'Tristan'

'Yea Ror?'

'I think I'm in love with you' she whispered looking up with futile attempts of trying to decipher his face in the dark she felt him grip her tighter.

In the stillness of the night they understood one another.

Some days its not worth trying

Now that they both are finding

She gets so sick of crying.