It was a whisper
across the table
that reminded him
It was the look
in her eyes
whenever he looked over
She understood
and that was no easy task
Most wrote him
off
He was psychotic
or schizophrenic
or just plain crazy
They wrote her
off
She was bipolar
or sadistic
or just plain crazy
It was a relief
to not feel alone
It was a relief
to feel her soft fingers
brush short hair back
It was a relief
to speak and be understood
He stared at her
and wondered
why a cute girl
like her
with long pale hair
that curled around her waist
whenever she sat down
was considered cruel
She couldn't look sweeter
she couldn't be sweeter to him
He stared at her and watched
as her violet eyes
lit up
and listened to the soft cadence
of her voice
There was no word to describe
this,
this peace
that she carried like a belt
around her waist
Nothing seemed peaceful
without a listening ear
or warm, comforting hands
anymore
He watched her pale, purple
eyes shine
and wondered if she felt
as content as he did
and if she carried this
like her own personal weight
to get by
like he did.