A Boy, A Girl, and A Monster

Oh my thoughts. My mind my head this organ of being that is full. It is full to the brim with you and me and him. Three people. Three people and a whole lot of trouble. A girl a boy and a monster, and that monster is me. The girl is all sunlight. The bad part and the good part. The ability to grow life and the scorching heat on your back. I didn’t think she was my type, but like the sunlight you warm up to her don’t you The boy is all rushing water, cold, wet, soggy, sad, but refreshing, but go getting, but friendly. The monster is lonely. The monster is sad. She wants to be loved but no one can love a monster, can they? The girls skin is white The boy is just plain blue And the monsters heart is black, so very black. Why did they meet? Why do the fight? Why aren’t they all living peacefully. I bet its the monsters fault, everything always is.