Others hug and kiss/hold hands/lean heads on shoulders
But us? We instead make do with a half-awkward hug.
We share mountains of distance- if not mountains, maybe boulders;
We are the dessert nobody orders, that weird combination of treacle and curd.
We share stares and glares and love quoted in harsh spiced words,
Our special moments full of those where we quietly eyeball the same damn screen.
And our past fights all adorn themselves in our hearts and sleeves as burrs
But we, the idiosyncratic ones, we let them itch, poke and burn.
Little does anyone else know, that it is not pain from that chasm
It’s just love we never could uncover; Or maybe we did uncover it
And you started calling it constructive criticism
And we, each other, deemed fit this ugly strange love. (~@nishidesai04)