Different Kind Of Story

The story unfolds on a scene.
A boy and a girl, standing in the street.
He is a good boy, innocent and seemingly undamaged
She is a bad girl, tortured and scarred.

The girl shouts, you wont see inside me and understand.
A look flashes in his gaze.
The pain radiates from her heart through her chest.
her pain pulls him in, she flinches away.
he proclaims, I want to be your saviour.
She straightens her stance; her words attack him.

Saviours don't exist,
life isn't a story from your books.
You can't pin my wounds closed.
Boy, you will never know how I feel.

He grabs her wrists and says lets stop all this.
You are right, i cant be a saviour,
not even a knight in shiny armor.
I don't want to fix you;
I just want to be your rockstar in black attire.

She opens her eyes, tears flood her vision.
The truth spreads through her veins.
He shines in a whole new light through her eyes.
Truth be told, they are one in the same,
Both perfectly imperfect.

Picking up her shattered heart of glass.
She proclaims, my heart sings for you, bleeds for you.
Gazes locked she whispers softly, I'll be your rock n'roll princess, if you'll be my tortured rockstar.
and they fade away.