There was nothing.
No feeling.
No numbness.
No pain.
That could describe.
He went to find the truth.
And she stole me.
I hope she was worth it.
There was nothing.
No words.
No fists.
No problems.
I’m never good enough.
I hope this hell is worth it.
Because she isn’t and neither am I.
But he damn sure is.
HE is Book 2 of the She/He duet.