The Difference
By Socially Suicidal
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
When he was here,
it all just seemed so clear,
as if the world had nothing to fear.
When he was here,
I was so dumb,
looking back, the world seemed so numb.
When he was here,
I was so weak,
I did not stand a chance, I was so meek.
When he was here,
I am surprised I'm not dead
because of all the dangers I so ignorantly never fled.
When he was here,
I was so beat;
he had me trained like a dog, to grovel at his feet.
When he was here,
I was so pathetic,
but then I met you, I can only describe it at magnetic.
I knew who you were when he was here,
but only when he was gone did too my fear.
To know you I came,
the real you,
not the shell of the monster you became.
You interested me so;
I just had so much more to know.
Your aggression
became my obsession,
your provocation
became my fascination,
your reputation
became my temptation,
and your damnation
became my devastation.
My infatuation soon turned to frustration.
My frustration soon turned to deprivation.
My deprivation soon turned to suffocation.
When I thought my obsession was at its worst,
when I was sure my head was about to burst,
you approached me late at night, telling me it was you I cursed.
I was so amazed
that it was me your eyes now blazed,
shaking me furiously
as all I did was stare at you curiously.
Shocked still, I was stiff as a board,
Not wanting to provoke anymore the substance in your gourd.
I remember your words to this day,
"You are my prey!"
Then, in a quiet manner, you uttered,
"Why, in thought of you, do I feel this flutter?"
Your nostrils were flared;
normally I'd be scared,
Your breathing was unchecked,
under this pressure my thoughts I had to collect.
I was in a mix of emotion;
Inner Sakura was total in commotion.
Now, all of the sudden, I was sure of my trouble,
when all your anger did was double.
My voice was weak,
but I did manage to speak
"I feel the same;
and I guess I really should feel shame..."
That was my soft mummer,
and to my surprise, your grasp only became firmer.
Your eyes were downcast "I do not understand."
I heard you but my eyes were trained on the shifts of your sand.
"Neither do I" I had to admit,
as your eyes shifted to my face, and I saw you submit.
"Maybe... we will figure it out..."
"'we'?" you asked quietly, voice full of doubt.
"Yes." I professed, breathless,
expecting you to aggress,
but you did something I did not expect,
you clutched onto my shoulders and buried your face in my neck.
Just then, a feeling exploded in my chest,
It was something I had never thought I could possess.
The feeling of your warmth combined with the coldness of your hands had me spinning,
As your arms wound around me, I could be sure this was only the beginning.
This was the first time by you that I would feel protected,
My mouth was slightly agape, of course being in the arms of a murderer had to be a little unexpected.
I slid my arms around you, and felt you relax, knowing you were not rejected.
There is a distinct difference between you two,
That is that he has no one, you have me, and I have you...
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