Disclaimer= I do not own Bleach.
A/N= This was originally going to be a one shot, but instead, I felt as though the concept of this story would be best explained via a poem.
XXX
I hear that wind bristle
My mind is so flooded, so dazed
I think about you constantly
Wishing your feelings, like mine, were consummate
They are not, so here I am
Hearing you whine about Kurosaki like he is the only man worth your time…
xxx
that is simply not the case
I am right here Inoue
I'm here and will make most of my time with you
If you give me the opportunity
Because you are worth it
You are worthy of being loved
xxx
I just dropped my pen
Forgive me for clutching my chest
My heart thinks so highly of you
It pumps out blood in excess
Speaking of which
No never mind that
I couldn't say the words that would not be glued to your memory
You would rather have those words said by Kurosaki
You only see me as a friend