Reluctant to speak, they were...
The voices were forbidden,
they spoke with scripts.Likes and hates
friends and fear,love and them is what they spoke.
Smiles as comas, frowns as tears .
Glances as strength, distance reduced.
A tale of them was slowly growing into a bond.
Both knew what they felt, reluctant they were-
to speak about it. Familiar guests peeped in,
priorities of both changed. When she gave up for
one, he chose a different trespasser.
There she stood as a pillar for the broken,
knowing she herself wasn't fixed. She laughed
loud in his presence still weeping . For him she
had the purest love and an artless care, for her
he had is still a puzzle. Happy he is,
with what he chose, still something choking inside
Fixed now the broken friend with the one ,
who she felt deserves her better. Broken still,
she- the one who is in the wildest thoughts ,
still praying for his wellness and a support for
her accidental bestie. With puzzles in both and the story still under progress it is deep as the deepest muddle about what they deserve.