A relationship built on love.

A love built on hate.

Hate built on pain.

Pain that came from within.

The beauty of a bully and his victim.

The beauty of a victim and her lover.

The pain that swallows them whole,

Yet no one is able to see it because the rain will disguise them.

The sun will hide them.

The moon will only expose the dangerous truth,

And the people can’t stay indoors all day.

They’d have to come and stargaze at least once in their life.

But only the adolescents watch the stars,

Will the lover bring out a knife.

Since words will not be spoken,

The role of the dice is small.

The children playing,

Are going to drop the ball.

Some things are meant to happen,

Others are not,

And we are thankful for what happened,

Was that the lover was caught.