she was the girl who never
put her body on display.
her hair was always put in a
loose bun.
her lips sealed shut.
he was the guy who
laughed loudly at the front
of the class.
his hair fell perfectly on his
sculpted face.
his humour being rude and
sarcastic.
now, darling. this is no love
story.
you'd expect them to be
polar opposites.
but the fresh cuts on both
their wrists forbid me to
assume that.