one is a funny, obnoxious and sadistic asshole. the other; quiet, sarcastic, mean, funny, sweet, smiley... the asshole vs the quiet bully...

the asshole once said out of the blue, he likes the girl now he is with.
that moment in its stillness holds, the silence both kept to.
acknowledgement would be fatal to both,
thus both lay to rest the matter that holds.
no answers given, no questions asked.
correction of what is supposed to be,
would ruin the pleasure within.
when morning comes, dawn to break the light across.
faces glow and passion fleeted.
lives resumed the paths each took.
a quiet morning down the fast lane.
the 1st to say goodbye shall win.
a mona lisa smile played within.
the roar went by, the phones are still.
no action nor movement till the night comes back.
a silent quest to search for the lost.
perhaps each in both found some consolence.
to breach what was light is not to be.
the quiet night stole away what was given
the bloom of day gave back the stolen.
in the end, no war was won
as no one fought the masses' will.
each shall be in each silent moment.
thinking of the next together held inside again.
just the warmth of each other to forget what is life meant to be.

the quiet bully waits in the lonely of the night.
he sat still and silent just waiting for the time to come.
the light moment came and he pounces on his prey.
the waif creature resists no more as in she, she knew it was to be.
the quiet bully holds a gentle touch.
a smile so soft, it melts her heart.
the little children came out to play as dawn peeks in the darken room.
a soft kiss on her lips.
another came soon not enough.
then fingers entwined and bodies meshed,
both melted into each other as the transition came alive.
hands not leaving, lips held on tight.
the still heat roars, the hearts burn bright.
the gentle morning light played a foolish game across where they lay.
the intensity there never was,
the smothering passion there never was.
but of the quiet one he played a song, riding the wave lightning through both.
of heat there was, of love she has, of the need they had for one another grew.
in that silence both carry the light in their cores,
creating that single path for both to walk.
the flame blew out and the buzzing began.
the world awoke to the unknown.
catch of breath and a gentle hold they had.
she smiles as she knew this is forever
he smiles as he drifted off to the other world.
the transition ended without trepassing neither worlds.
is this a start to where it was left or the end to what was desired?
she tries not to ask her heart nor ask of the quiet bully sleeping by her side.
her fingers never left as his smell lingers on her.
a deep breath bringing his headiness back into her,
seeps into her very centre where she keeps it safe.
as the fiery sun begans its battle, she closes her eyes to the world.
her quiet morning has just begun.