Disclaimer; I don't own Red vs Blue. Written for the lovely and talented Peeta the Frosting Prince, as a very, very late birthday present. Sorry for the wait, ma cherie~
Thanks to UnnaturalKetchupTaco for the Beta. You are a lifesaver.

Artificial

They are

A lie

Well crafted,

Well polished,

Well hidden.

She

in the mind

Of a broken man

That needs her voice.

He

In the thoughts

Of a thief

Who needs his eyes.

She crafts words

And colors

the sky

As they lay awake

Beneath the stars

Longing

For closeness

Nearness

Wholeness.

He perfects plans

And smooths out

Frayed nerves

As they run

Through the night

Running

From pain,

From fear,

From home.

She comforts him

When the madness comes

And she tells him

Of her family;

Of the logic,

And the anger,

And the Alpha.

He warns him

When danger arrives

And he teaches him

How to fight

To maneuver

To survive.

She longs to hold him

When he cries against the pain.

And he longs to help him

When the bitterness wells up.

But

They have no arms

With which to comfort

And they have no eyes

With which to cry.

There is no breath

For him to breath

Into his broken body.

And there is no song

For her to heal

His shattered mind.

And while the two

May be

A lie

They are

By no means

Artificial.