#rough piece

You don't have to ask me twice HAH

I thought to draw them working together, because honestly I hc that they're constantly drawing ideas off each other and collaborating

Like we get to see some insight into that too, at least the start to another collaboration- I love that they always update each other on what they're doing <3

She has dirt on her knees from the teasing of the crowd, and tears in her eyes from the pain she feels-- Pain from never feeling worth it Pain from wanting to be liked Pain from the stares she gets Pain from the pointing and the laughter Pain from the girl that knocked her to the ground.

She wants to pick herself up-- show them that she's tough, but how do you pick up that which keeps getting pushed down-- like the pull of gravity No, not gravity Because gravity Gravity lets you pick yourself back up.

She said "Prove it"

And me being new to this whole Love game,

fumbled and stumbled over my words.

Trying to bind the ethereal to the physical.

My tongue wasn't ready to translate

what my heart screamed.

But this wasnt enough, 

as past hurts placed this fast heart

on a weary road. And the process of jumping through hoops

was easily hidden behind big brown eyes

and self told lies.

She said "Prove it"

So I staked my chest with my pen.

Hoping that the blood and ink would create

stories of Love and Lust, trying to create a

place in time and space for us. And I called it poe(try),

because thats all it was. Me trying.

Trying to prove to you that I wasnt just some other dude 

with a ballpoint pen and thesaurus. 

So I wrote. 

Wrote until my hands blacked with ink,

til my hands cramped at just the thought of you.

The things we do for Love.

She said "Prove it"

So I traced the stars on her back with my lips,

set feelings ablaze with a single touch,

as I toured the contours of her body.

And so we let our bodies say

what our mouths couldnt, as moans replaced

"I love you"s and they called this making love

as if the positioning of our bodies in this bed 

was something to be broken into steps and diagrammed. 

So I said "Prove it"

Because in all honesty, I couldnt see

it. Why? Physical endeavors, carnal pleasures,

was this what people did in the sake of  Love. 

And I reached the conclusion that Love was a greedy bitch,

that took residence in that veined cavity in our chest.

And He was a virtuoso at playing with your insecurities and doubts

So I said again "Prove it"

She looked down and beneath the roars of my lively city

her answer rang loud.