The Cage

They say he does not speak, I say he does.

They say I don't understand, he says I do.

There's a language which is meant for us

And yet we don't speak to each other.

Caging each other, torturing each other,

As if there is a vindictive pleasure in it.

There is a sense of release that she has...

Now that he is no more around her.

There is a sense of relief he enjoys...

Now that he can do what he wants.

Because they never wanted to be together.

And yet they confused everyone around!

Especially he, with his stupidity and his

Immature streak! He's an idiot for sure!

She always knew they were better off

Just as friends... For, they are destructive

Chemicals capable of ruining all that

Is beautiful around them. Even each other!

Their togetherness is toxic. Even to them!