So, hey. Random poem. Not usual genre. Just wanted to post it. Meh.

I don't usually write poetry but

It seems a good way to

Organise my thoughts

Into words

The first time I saw her

With her burnished copper hair

Illuminous green eyes

And paint spattered across her cheeks like multicoloured freckles

I wanted to say something eloquent

Or witty

Or even just polite

Anything except 'Why are you covered in paint?'

In a way so blunt

It makes me wince to think about it

Even now

But she only smiled

Instead of being offended

Like anyone else would've been

And I think that made her even more beautiful

In my eyes

She introduced herself as my roommate

And apologised about the mess

As if I'd even noticed

The boxes spilling everywhere around us

And the books stacked haphazardly

Against the bathroom door

When she was stood in front of me

She looked down at my t-shirt

Which was proudly emblazoned

With the Eye of Sauron

And took my hand gently

To pull me deeper into our new room

And show me

Her Lord of the Rings posters

Of which there were so many

That even I was impressed

She blushed as she looked at me

Colour blooming across her pale cheeks

As she admitted

That she had painted some herself

And I blushed in return

As I admitted

I could not tell the difference

Because they were all so spectacular

And that night

We sat on our separate beds

Talking late into the night

And pelting each other with sweets

While we howled with laughter

We discovered that

We were both giant nerds

As if we didn't already know that

And that she was an Art student

While I studied English

So when Saturday rolled around

And the air was alive with the sounds of parties

And the smell of people celebrating life

We stayed in our room together

Curled up on her bed

And watched Doctor Who

With a box of chocolates

And a glass of red wine in each hand

I attended my classes

With my clothes smelling of her

Because I had run out of washing powder

And with a smile

She lent me hers

And joked about how

She should start charging me

Because she would make a fortune

From my forgetfulness

That night we sat in companionable silence

On our laptops

While music blasted

Through a pair of shared headphones

And we ate microwaveable lasagne

That we had burned

Because we were too busy debating

Whether Batman or Sherlock would solve a crime first

If we pitted them against each other

Online I sent a message

To the pseudonym I had spent

My nights messaging

For so many years

The light from my laptop

Hidden from my parents

With a mountain made of duvet

They always left lengthy comments on my writings

That made my heart soar

And they drew gorgeous art for them

Colours spilling across the page

Exactly how I imagined

Bright eyes

Sharp faces

And our names interlocked in the corners

I apologised for not messaging them recently

Explaining I had gone to University

And that I had been busy

With classes and one or two new friends

They congratulated me

And said they were glad to hear it

Even though we knew nothing about each other

Not our real names or our genders or even where we lived

We had just those two pseudonyms

And a plethora of inside jokes

That never failed to make me laugh

I inquired after them

And they told me that they were happier

Than they had ever been

Their courses were going well

And they even had a crush

On a girl

They had only just met

They hastily followed with 'You don't think that's weird, right?

Because I'm a girl too

And she might not even be gay'

And I responded to her

(While I jumped with excitement

About knowing something more

About this distant friend of mine)

That it was fine by me

Because who was I to be close-minded

One day

My roommate fell ill

And was bedridden for days

I drove her to the hospital

In my beaten up car

That was falling apart at the seams

(Rather like me)

When the doctor told her

Why she was ill

We both laughed in relief

And fixed her vitamin D deficiency

With lunchtimes reading beneath the sun

And melting ice cream spilling between our fingers

Weeks passed

And my roommate came to me

With tear tracks smearing the paint on her cheeks

Clutching my bloodied razors in both hands

And haunted questions in her green eyes

My heart stopped right then

Because I knew she hated clichés

And what is more cliché

Than a tortured writer

I must have looked like

A deer caught in the headlights

Because she dropped the razors

On my dragon-covered duvet

Wrapped me in a hug

And whispered

That everything would be alright

And I didn't fix immediately

Because no one ever does

But she gave me more reasons to smile

Than I even knew what to do with

So I tucked them away

For when I needed them most

And brought them out

When the darkness threatened to drown me

My writing got so much better

That my fans loved it

The viewing swelled

The comments got nicer

And even my professors commented

That I was going up in the world

But I couldn't let my roommate see my classwork

Because my original stories

Suddenly always contained

A girl with burnished copper hair

Illuminous green eyes

Multicoloured freckles

And a warm smile

Who burned like a supernova

Against the dark night sky

And who improbably

Impossibly

Fell in love

With a broken soul

Who was invisible next to her

Burning up

Like a dark star

Silhouetted against the light of a supernova

In turn I agreed

To never look at her artwork

Because she said it was private

An expression of her soul

Spilled out over paper

And I could appreciate that

Because what is writing

If not your mind vomiting

It's innermost thoughts

All over the clean white page

We never showed off our fan work to each other

Because we agreed it was too dorky

Even for us

Who could debate how best to kill a man

And hide his body

With quotes from our favourite TV shows

That we watched together

In appreciative silence

Whenever they were on

Grinning at each other

As we sang the themetunes

At the top of our voices

Loud enough that the whole world could hear us

I posted a new story last week

A one-shot

A snapshot of time

Where my two favourite characters admitted

That they were in love

A supernova

And a burning dark star

And even without any description of the pair

Beyond their words

My pseudonymed friend

Painted them

As a girl with burnished copper hair

Green eyes

And multicoloured freckles

And a girl

Who looked exactly

Just like me

I leave this poem here tonight

On the Internet

For the whole world to see

Under the title

'Two who are one'

Because even though

It may seem sad

Or lonely

That my two closest friends

May actually be one person

I hope it is true

Because then they would both be

Within my reach

The hipsters like to say

That you fall in love the way you fall asleep

Slowly

And then all at once

And if that is true

I am an insomniac

Or at least

I thought I was

But perhaps my eyes slipped closed

Without my permission

And how wonderful dreaming turned out to be

Tomorrow

I will act as if everything is normal

I will be cranky before coffee

And I will let my roommate

Wrap me in a scarf

As I head out the door

I will sit through my lectures

And greet the librarian

With the same fond resentment

As I do everyday

I will divide my jelly babies at lunch

And let my roommate have all the red ones

Because those are her favourites

And I like to see her smile

But if my psuedonymed friend

Confirms my crazy guess

As correct

Then I will go home

As I do everyday

And we will dance around

As we burn our tea

Eat it curled up together

On the sofa

As we watch a film

With a glass of red wine in each hand

And I will turn to my roommate and say

I love you

And she will respond with

I know

Not because she is harsh or cruel

But because it is a quote

From Star Wars

And that is how

I will know

That she loves me

Too

-This poem was written because

I didn't realise

Those drinks contained alcohol

And if they didn't

Well

Maybe those mushrooms were magic

After all