Frustration at the Internet

by Ravena Wolfborn

This was supposed to be a tiny, humorous poem in Weiss' PoV about her throwing her scroll, but it turned into this cute little fluffy, Whiterose poem. Hope you like it.

Frustration at the Internet

I turn on my scroll

and search my soul,

do I really want to read?

The fanfics are amazing,

but the reviews aren't praising

the authors as they should.

I flip my hair

through the air,

sighing in frustration at the internet.

I choose not to read,

but instead I see

that the news is on.

It recalls the bad things,

and I feel like strings

are pulling me away from it.

I sit on my bed

with my hand on my head,

sighing in frustration at the internet.

I throw my scroll

and proceed to roll

onto my pillow.

If there's nothing to do,

why couldn't you

be here with me.

I close my eyes

and say goodnight,

sighing in frustration at the internet.

Then, I'm awoken

by words being spoken

and a hand on my shoulder.

I see your face,

and your eyes have a trace

of concern in them.

You ask why my scroll is shattered

and I respond, like it mattered,

that it was frustration at the internet.

Your red hair falls in your eyes,

and it's no surprise

when you laugh at my words.

I glare at your giggling,

but soon, I'm grinning

and laughing along.

This bonding we've had

is cause I got mad,

and showed frustration at the internet.

I stare into silver

and unconsciously shiver

as I see into her soul.

I smile when I see

the reflection that is me,

the happiest I've ever been.

I pull her close,

and just miss her nose,

as my lips meet hers.

This moment is perfect,

and it was totally worth it,

to show frustration at the internet.

We pull away,

and wait out the day

in each other's arms.

She touches my scar,

and chances are,

she wonders how I got it.

I tell her it's fine,

that it's just a line

that was the result of a fight.

But she traces it still,

and I know my eyes fill

with tears of remembrance.

She holds me close,

and seems to know

that she'll be there for me.

I can't believe

that this started with me

showing frustration at the internet.

But now we're together,

and I hope it's forever,

because I can't lose you.

I brush away the hair

that keeps me from the stare

of her silver gaze.

This is where I belong,

in this girl's arms,

forever and a day.

And, going through my mind,

I seem to only find

the love I have for her.

And this all began

because I couldn't stand

what was on the internet.