More poetry! Yay!
I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
I watch.
There he is,
Down there,
Below my window.
Walking away from me.
His childhood friend.
The one who would worry,
Whenever he would get sick.
Whenever he would miss school.
The one who would refuse
To do his homework for him,
Only to end up doing it anyway.
The one who would smack him,
And yell at him to get to class,
When he flipped my skirt.
The one one who cried
At his wake
Because I thought he
Was never coming back.
The one who watched
All those fights,
Fearing he was gonna die,
Again.
Now, he's leaving.
Going off to Demon World.
He says he'll be back,
By his eighteenth birthday.
He says we'll get married.
I don't know whether to believe him,
Or call it just another lie,
He has told me so many
But somehow I believe him.
There he is.
He raises his hand,
Not even turning around,
And I know
He will come back.
I love writing in the first person, especially with poetry! Please review, like always!