Even Though

by Takeshi of Gondor

I poem I wrote (actually a song, since this came in my head with a tune) about Spike, basically yelling at himself for loving Buffy.

If she doesn't love me
Then does it all really matter?
Can I still show her that I care?
Maybe she can learn
To love me,
Even though
I'm cold and dead,
Soulless and Evil,
All held back
By this chip in my head.
But does that matter?!
She doesn't love me!
No matter what I say
Or what I do
She'll always hate me
For what I've done!
I can't go back now.
I can't change what I did before.
All I can do
Is hope that she
Will forgive me,
Even though
My heart is still
And I don't need to breathe,
But that doesn't mean
That I can't feel.
It doesn't matter though
Because
SHE DOESN'T LOVE ME!!