Take My Heart. Take My Hand

Wiping her hands on her faded gray t-shirt.
She walks across the old, wooden dock.
Her feet are dirty and knees are bruised.
Her cheeks are wet and eyes a deep blue
The girl's wrist are swollen, red, and sore.
She stops for a minute to take a breath.
The razor slips from her hands.
It falls through the wide cracks into the wrinkled water.
She doesn't care.
She has a million more in her lavender box.
It feels like her life is slipping away from the seams.
While walking to her way back home.
She passes a boy.
She tries avoiding him, but it's too late.
His eyes are piercing and has tousled hair.
He's pale with an awkward posture.
His smile is warm and friendly.
But it quickly disappears when he notices her wrist.
This boy is a complete stranger to her.
It's as if though she's known him for years.
He runs his smooth, cold fingers against her rough wrist.
He looks up at her with a disturbed, petrified look.
The girl looks up at him their eyes are connected.
She says in a heavyhearted, sorrowful voice "You can have my heart. No one
wants it anyway."
The boys says "No one wants your beautiful heart because they know it's mine."
He then gently grabs her hand and they start walking down the leafy path way.
From that moment on she knew he was the one.