She sits silent,
He boasts, loud,
She keeps her head down, avoids eye contact,
He's the depiction of sociability,
Yet their similarities exceed expectations,
No this isn't a love story,
Or a friendship destined by fate,
What they hold in common is much more than an emotion,
Or a teenage fascination,
It's a habit of self destruction,
A dark mental state showing itself in slashes,
In "cat scratches" and bruises because "I'm just so clumsy",
What they hold in common isn't light hearted, its gory,
This isn't a love story.
