He was the crazy one.
Had dangerous eyes of soft silver, melting
So much good, so much evil
Wrecked, but somehow not torn into pieces
Too lucky, or he deserved to live, or there was a good reason for him to live –
Absolutely.
Crazy.
She just happened to be strange:
Soft hair and thick, murky eyes
Made of kindness, but barely visible
A terrific failure.
Very neat, very precise
Now, defeated, broken.
Curiosity got the better of her then
He was a thing she did not understand:
The quiet air around him, his tortuous presence.
Then they discovered she couldn't.
She would not leave, insane or not
Couldn't help it.
Oblivious to the fact that he made a mistake
Our kind of idiot.
Without her knowledge
An act of trust and love
Clenched with the intensity of the moment.
That was a time, wasn't it?
It was someone
Else.
'What was he thinking that first night?'
'How could he do this?'
She never felt so completely alone, completely isolated.
A spectacularly tragic moment.
He stood with a certain numbness
Close enough to touch, dying for her to pull him into her and hug him tight.
Useless compensation, but he offered anyway
That was the end of it.
She was battered and annoyed, and loved him.
He was there for her at the beginning to soothe her, to love her.
She couldn't forget that.
Her hand through his sleepy hair...
And she laughed.
Everything was good.
But it was awful, too.
