Ok, I'm feeling poetic now, so I wrote this oneshot because I need to let it all out. Hope you like it! Sorry if I'm bad at poetry...
He sighed and stared at the paper in front of him. Words. Words for his stupid English homework. Where were they?
"You have to write a love poem" the teacher had ordered that day. Yes, ordered. Ok, maybe he was exaggerating, but it felt like an order to him, anyway: this was it, the last straw; now he had to actually finish his homework, or he was going to get a bad grade in English.
Bad grade or sleep. He thought, clicking his pen. Bad grade or sleep…
No. No sleep until this was done. How hard was it anyway? He just had to write a stupid love poem! It could be about anything, a confession or even a heartbreak, it could be as long as he wanted, but it had to just be a poem! How hard was that?
Oh, yeah, now he remembered why it was hard: he had to get an A on this. Either that, or it would've took him a miracle to get a B in English. Darn!
Concentrate. He said to himself. Concentrate…
"You still up?" his roommate moaned from his bed, tired of the light coming from the small lamp on the desk.
"Well, do you want me to flunk English? I have to write that poem for tomorrow, or my dad's gonna kill me!" his friend clutched his head with both hands.
The boy in bed yawned. "Well, why don't you read something romantic? That ought to inspire you…"
"Like what?"
The other one thought hard for a minute. "'Romeo and Juliet'?"
He dodged a paper ball tossed in his way. "Hey, I'm not joking! Our teacher literally loves that play; doing a poem about a sad and impossible love story ought to earn you a good grade"
The other one sighed. "Yeah, but writing about romance isn't my thing…"
"Aw, come on! You have all the inspiration you need, knowing your relationship with you-know-who..." his roommate groaned, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Well…how do you expect me to write it?" his friend snapped.
"Think, my friend, think" and the other boy went back to sleep.
The boy turned back to his blank paper and sighed. Think, think…He told himself.
He saw her: her smile, her laugh, her voice, her rapid movements, her hair, her hands holding his, her hugs…everything.
Would you be ready to die for Yumi, Ulrich?
Better believe it.
He smiled at the thought and clicked the top of his pen one more time; he closed his eyes and took a deep breath before starting to slide the ink on the page:
What is this emotion
That turns faces into red apples?
What is this emotion
That makes you risk you soul for someone?
What is this emotion
That binds like a handcuff and hurts like a gunshot?
What is this emotion
The wets your eyes and makes you warm?
Is it love?
Is it the power that brings
Two lovers together,
Two friends closer,
Two people who stumbled
Into each other
While running from a crushed heart?
Is it love that emotion
That came when you brought me down
And that turned competition in embarrassment
When your eyes met mine?
Is it love what caused us
To have the same reaction
As a cherry when it ripens
That other day in another fight?
Is it fear
What causes me
To not tell you what I feel?
Or is it ignorance?
Is it love
What I felt
When I told you I'd tell you my secrets
One day?
Did I also meant
That wonderful secret
That's the cause of the change of plans
In that strange fighting day?
Is it hope I see
When I read the letter
Which was written in your words
What I waited for so long
But was, in the end just an illusion?
Did this fact bring me
Another emotion
Which they call delusion?
Is it love
What made our hands cross paths
That day the glass
Shattered in your fragile and strong hand?
That hand which I touched another day
When you were weak and scared?
I remember a day,
When glass shattered again
And we were side by side,
Faces ripening in the dark again.
And that day I saved you
Though sacrificing my free month,
Did I hear jealousy in your voice?
Did I hear anger?
Alas, I would know only days later
When I saved you from death
Unlike that other time.
(Was it love that made me cry
For you to return that day?
Was it love that made me happy
When you came back an hour later?)
Was it love
That brought us closer than ever
That day I saved you?
Was it jealousy
You were yelling before
That day I was spending
Less time with you and more
With another friend?
Was it fate that interrupted
The moment we were having?
A moment which I treasure,
A moment which made me wonder
Do you love me too?
Alas, such thought was forgotten
When I found you with the dumb
Close to your house
And close to your life.
Is he friend?
Is he more?
That day in the prison
While death nearly occurred
To the last you said no.
Do you care for me?
I wrote you a poem,
I saved you again,
Still nothing but a smile you'd give me.
I saved you again
From a monster from a dream,
The day he was close,
And you nearly risked your soul,
The soul I still want to see alive,
To return the favor.
Why do we fight
Every single day?
Why did you put an end to all these moments
These moments I treasure
These moments we had together as more than friends
By saying that nothing could be of us?
What did I do wrong?
I would do anything to repair my mistake.
When you cried for me
That day I was gone,
Or so my friends said,
Was it for love?
Was it for love that I saved you?
Was it for love that I held you that day,
In the cold world,
Risking my own health
To keep yours intact?
Was it for love
That I tried to tell you
How much you mean to me,
That day after a fight,
But I never did?
Seeing now what happened after that,
Now I wish I'd told you.
Is it love that whispered
In my thoughts, in my ear,
That you were with me,
Under a mask,
In my room,
Sleeping in the other bed?
Is it this same emotion I feel for you
What makes me sad when you're gone,
When you're chased,
When you're in everyone's thoughts,
When you return to this world,
Unhurt, but out of the game?
Is it the same emotion
Which made me blush when you moved
Closer like last time,
Yet still far away?
I still regret that same day
When I forgot the date
And gave you the wrong present
Far too late.
Is it love
That made me say
That for you I'd give my life,
My heart,
My soul,
That day when Casanova
Turned into Romeo?
Is it love you feel,
Which is why we held hands
That day it all ended?
Is it love that you feel,
That reminds you of me
Every day and night?
My love, there's something
You should know.
Something I should've told you
Long before
You told me all the other things.
I tell you sincerely,
I tell you know,
I love you and I'll always will.
To me, your voice is a melody,
Your laugh are bells,
To see your smile every day
Is why I did that thing,
Going back in time,
Angering instead of pleasing you all.
It's with this poem, my friend,
If I can call you that still,
That I ask you:
Do you love me too?
Do you love me, my love?
Do you feel the same?
My Geisha, do you like it
When I call your name?
Ulrich read the whole thing again and again to check any errors. When he found non, he smiled and hid the poem in the wardrobe, so that Odd won't see it. He then climbed in bed, still similing.
This is definitely worth an A. He thought. And, if I get an A, I'll show it to Yumi. No, wait, I'll show it to her anyways. It's funny, how I spilled the emotions I can't tell in words all in a piece of paper.
And, with that, he fell in a deep sleep, dreaming of the girl he loved and all the moments with her he had spent, fighting and protecting her from X.A.N.A..
Done! Hope you liked my oneshot/poem! R&R plz, and have a good day or night!