Disclaimer: I do not own the characters this poem is vaguely based on but the poem is my original work. R&R please.

Magnitude

Electric pluses flood my brain, sparks and flickers cement my disarray.

Colors wash over pale skin and ink black hair.

Cat like eyes split down the middle follow my movement,

Capturing every moment for review.

The music is your mood, unsurprisingly,

changing every time I look your way.

Creating a chorus of Hard Rock, Heavy Metal, and Love Songs

That makes me want to laugh, or cry

I haven't made up my mind,

But that's what you hate isn't it?

Bodies sway in the illuminated darkness

Concentrated solely on selected soirées.

There must be a hundred people around you

Trying tediously to tempt your trepidation, your admiration.

It's two in the morning now and I should-

But I can't move, rooted to the floor.

I can't remember. Careful callous steps separate the two of us,

Heated hesitation fuels my shame, your rejection.

Your answering machine is silent.

The space between us is silent,

Although the music is still blaring in the background.

Will somebody move?

The freeze frame in my head stops, it splutters, and dies

Wait, everything is moving again making me sick.

Through the haze of dizziness something shifts

I'm not sure why or how but we both notice it.

The air is thick from the smoke wafting through

Thick with intentions, thick with unspoken intentions

I'm not sure why wait- that's a lie

I try to tell myself that we're better off

I'm better off

You're better off

There that's the truth that single line

In a world full of lies

You're better off

Without me…

I think I can understand that sentiment

You know, the truth hurts

And as I turn to go I can only look back and stare

Figures when I see your not even there

So I move slowly sluggish

I'm more tired now then I've ever been

I feel like I have just been given legs

I don't know how to use them and am at a complete loss

One last look for one last hope

But what can you expect in a world where

Star-crossed lovers are meant to die

And we're not even famous

'Does it matter?'

That's what you asked me

Waiting to hear my assurance

But I didn't give it to you did I?

It's too late now

But I've realized

it never really did matter

'Glad to hear you think so"