I was strong
Brave,
Courageous.
I got in fights,
And won.
I could stare down any man.
Assistant master,
Kamiya Dojo.
I showed-
No.
I had no weakness.
I needed no one.
That is
Until HE came.
He wandered in,
Practically weaponless.
(Oh, help! Reverse blade! I'm SO scared!)
I took him in,
No one else would.
He ruined my life!
I try to look him in the eye,
It's impossible!
I try to yell,
I can barely whisper.
I try to kick him out,
Yet I am reduced to a sobbing mess
When he has to leave.
My gi I lived in,
Away.
And I've taken up the style of the local women,
Those I had laughed at.
Yup.
That's me.
Kaoru
Pretty-pink-dress-
Fashionable-hair-
OMG- now-do-you-notice-me-Kenshin-dear?-
Kamiya
What have I been reduced to!
And yet.........
He does notice.
He stares longer,
Not at me,
But at ME.
Eye to eye.
He laughs longer,
Stands closer,
And I think I like it.
Yet, there's pain in his eyes too.
Painful memories,
Almost clear enough to read.
And he holds back.
I wish he'd trust me.
I wish he'd love me.
Maybe,
He would only love the me I am now?
So does that mean I'm better off like this?
That maybe my life,
Isn't ruined?
Just changed?
Maybe this is the me,
Both him,
And I,
Want me to be?
Maybe.......
Maybe...........
It's better this way.........
Brave,
Courageous.
I got in fights,
And won.
I could stare down any man.
Assistant master,
Kamiya Dojo.
I showed-
No.
I had no weakness.
I needed no one.
That is
Until HE came.
He wandered in,
Practically weaponless.
(Oh, help! Reverse blade! I'm SO scared!)
I took him in,
No one else would.
He ruined my life!
I try to look him in the eye,
It's impossible!
I try to yell,
I can barely whisper.
I try to kick him out,
Yet I am reduced to a sobbing mess
When he has to leave.
My gi I lived in,
Away.
And I've taken up the style of the local women,
Those I had laughed at.
Yup.
That's me.
Kaoru
Pretty-pink-dress-
Fashionable-hair-
OMG- now-do-you-notice-me-Kenshin-dear?-
Kamiya
What have I been reduced to!
And yet.........
He does notice.
He stares longer,
Not at me,
But at ME.
Eye to eye.
He laughs longer,
Stands closer,
And I think I like it.
Yet, there's pain in his eyes too.
Painful memories,
Almost clear enough to read.
And he holds back.
I wish he'd trust me.
I wish he'd love me.
Maybe,
He would only love the me I am now?
So does that mean I'm better off like this?
That maybe my life,
Isn't ruined?
Just changed?
Maybe this is the me,
Both him,
And I,
Want me to be?
Maybe.......
Maybe...........
It's better this way.........
