P/N: Now, now it's not like a eulogy for dying literally, but for a love gone. I may or may no write a reply poem by Arthur, your choice, my lovely reader.

To those of you who's not really exposed to modern poems, this is, practically, how to write one nowadays. Youtube has plenty of poem recital videos and I highly suggest you check 'em out.

EULOGY

Alfred Jones

7/28/14

Arthur,

I don't know how to write to you

To be completely honest, I don't know why I'm doing this,

Why I'm even bothering

Maybe there's the fact that she's persuading me and all,

Or that other one where here I am, just sitting on my desk,

Being raided by that wonderful sun kissed glow

Of orange and purple of the sunset,

Ravishing itself in front of me at my window

And I thought of you, how you liked the combination

Of these colors even though it's nowhere near green,

Your favorite hue

I don't know what to write to you

Am I supposed to tell you how my fingers feel like

Ice cold blades right now as they pressed the keys

Of which I use to write this to you?

Are you supposed to know how my body

Trembles with rhythm, never missing a beat as

It glides with my hands?

Are memories of you supposed to flow into me

Like a river of dauntless and savaged beasts,

Making its way into my head, thrashing everything

They see as they rush into my chest and make me

Feel more devoid than that of what I am feeling now?

Dear Arthur,

Dear sweet, lovable, beautiful, cruel Arthur,

Does responsibility comes with me not

Telling everything you didn't know?

Does privilege comes to you

As you live your life believing every word

I yelled that night, that eventful night

When you barged out with you bags and shirts

And that scarf I made you?

That scarf I used the needle of to cut myself when

I learned that you're finally looking at girls other than me

Finally realizing your mistake when you chose me

When you said no one could compare to me

Arthur,

I write poems,

But I do not write stories and plays and

I do not write like you do

But I write poems

I write you

But I'm afraid I write too much,

I wrote too much

To the point that I didn't realize I don't talk to you anymore

I don't say things I did anymore

I don't say things you should know

Arthur,

Do you know adorable you look when

You try to nuzzle in me when I pretend

To sleep and you get home from work

At one in the morning?

Arthur,

Do you know small you look to me as if

You always need me by your side to protect you

And how that makes me happy knowing

That you need me?

Arthur,

I'm sorry I pretended to be the hero.

Arthur,

I'm sorry I'm crying right now.

Arthur,

You're beautiful.

Arthur,

I never knew what I did wrong

I never knew what wasn't "enough"

Arthur,

You never knew because I never told you

That I love you to a different point now

I'm loving you for all of my life now

And I thought you'd want that

Arthur,

You left me

And I let you

But you're the one to blame

Arthur,

I'm tired

I love you

I used the word 'Arthur' so many times that it sounds so weird now. Arthur. . . Arthur. . . Arthur

Or it's just me coping with those feels I made myself feel when I was writing this poem. *sighs*

Okay.

Thank you for reading this poem! Please R&R and if you want a poem by Arthur (explanations that is), I can write that for you!

Who knows, we can even make this a fic with just a poem for their POVs.

- Radical