"If you love and get hurt, love more.
If you love more and hurt more, love even more.
If you love even more and get hurt even more, love some more until it hurts no more..."
― William Shakespeare
It hurts,
Every time I see him.
And I do not know why,
But my heart would clench at the sight of him,
My soul would only follow him.
The perfection that is him…
I wonder,
How those eyes look in the moon light?
His crimson eyes shimmering,
With the moon perfectly lighting,
The dark being that is him.
And only him…
I wonder,
How his hair feels?
How it falls perfectly into place?
His mane that is darker than black,
Darker than a demon's soul,
Darker than my soul…
I wonder,
Are his lips soft?
How they would feel,
If my lips pressed against them?
Would they want my own?
Or would they swiftly reject me?
I wonder,
Why is he so hard on himself?
Always training to be one of the best,
Yet that is not what he wants.
What would he want?
Would he want me?
I wonder,
Why does his heart hurt?
Like a beast being caged,
Like wires cutting into him
Controlling what he does,
How he act, how he speaks.
Controlling everything that makes him human.
I wonder,
Does he care that other girls watch him,
Fan over him, frenzy over him?
Does he want me to do the same?
Or maybe someone else?
Or to just be me?
It hurts
Because I am not worthy of him,
I am too sinful to be his,
I am too meaningless to be his,
I am an evil being, one that he would loathe.
I am demon and he is human.
All I can do is stay away,
Away from Saber Tooth
Away from him
All I can do is wish for his happiness
Wish he finds someone besides me to love
To wish, love
To dream, think
To hope, believe
To pray, plead
That my shadow is safe
From me…I love you…Rogue Cheney
"If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were."
― Khalil Gibran