And They Tried (It Takes Two To Tango)
(poems go here) It all started when he was young.
When he first felt like there wasn't anyone to whom he could talk to.
He would sit in his room.
Sad and alone.
He never felt joy.
Now there was a girl.
Happy and alive.
She loved to sing and dance and jump around.
On the outside she was always playful.
On the inside she felt as though she'd drown.
(But no one could see that side of her under her mask.)
These two could never have known they'd change each others lives.
When they first met, they saw that something beautiful was coming.
They tried.
And something beautiful did come.
Given some time she saw the pain in his eyes.
They'd both been through hell.
So the pain she saw in his eyes reflected that of her own.
But he didn't see that.
He didn't see her pain.
He knew it was there.
But he didn't know how deep it cut.
No one knew how deep it cut.
One problem.
Early on, she'd messed up.
She'd destroyed what she didn't even have yet.
And later on, the world found out.
And the world then destroyed HER for it.
She tried.
She prayed like hell that she wouldn't lose him.
But not all prayers are answered.
Now the boy?
He was hurt too.
By the one he thought would never hurt him.
Never say never.
So he protected himself.
But he wasn't one to reach out for help.
He fixed it by going back to his room.
Alone again.
But she wouldn't have that.
Oh no. Not her.
She was going to fight.
And she did.
And he relented.
They were close again.
Right when she messed up for the second time.
This time, the mistake was more of a cry for help.
Funny really, because she never cried.
But she was cut, and it was time the world saw exactly how much she was bleeding.
He tried.
To help her.
But this time she was going to need more than a kiss on the elbow to keep this injury at bay.
That's because this injury wasnt coming from the outside.
The mask was finally coming off to reveal the monster inside.
The one that was eating her alive
Starting with her soul.
He comforted her.
He tried to get her to love.
To feel.
She spilled out her heart to him.
All her thoughts.
And eventually she was able to stand again.
Wobbly, but standing.
They got close.
Closer than ever.
She gave him the last thing that was truly hers.
Would there be three now?
No. That was taken care of.
But would this be the beginning of the end for them?
That's what worried her.
Because you can't run a race, or fall in love, or tango, with only one person.
You need two.
You need two people trying.
And she needed him.
She needed him in order to keep breathing.
But it looked like he could breath without her.
This scared her.
Why?
Because she'd given him everything.
Because if she didn't have him she was going to go back to being a girl with a mask on.
And mostly because that meant only she would be trying.
And it takes two to tango.
So what would he do?
Would he stay with the broken girl?
Could he risk it?
One more blow and he would shatter.
(Although she was too weak to throw another blow. Even if only to hit herself. And that's beside the fact that she didn't want him to get hit. Because when one half of a whole is shattered, the whole thing becomes useless.)
Only problem?
He didn't want to focus on it.
To look at the elephant in the room.
He only wanted to be not sober enough to not have to think about it.
But what does that solve?
What does that give him?
This façade of temporary bliss?
Temporary happiness?
A temporary solution to all his problems?
The problem with temporary things, is just that.
They're temporary.
He's going to wake up in the morning, with his head pounding, and they'll be gone.
No where to be found.
And he'll be back to feeling like that little boy he once was, alone in his room.
But he wasn't alone.
As long as she was there, he'd never be alone.
So I guess that in the end, it would all boil down to one question.
One three worded question with a one worded answer.
Would he try?