If I owned Buffy, Hyena!Xander would've stayed around a hell of a lot longer, Tara wouldn't have died, Spike would've never been chipped and Oz would've stayed... And Angel would've been smart enough NOT to boink Buffy.
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Love's Bitch
Claimed and leashed, never loved
Beaten, broken, bruised, and shoved
But still defiant and screaming
As he laid bleeding and dreaming.
She chose well, the one that created this angel from hell
But only time will tell
So I'll stand guard until his final death
Savoring each unnecessary breath
As it rises to Olympus like a silent prayer
So Cupid himself may wonder why and where
This pitiful, damned, proud creature has asked for absolution
When there is no solution
To ease his undead, aching heart
As longing, love, and lust rips it apart.
Little poet dressed in leather and glorious in your brilliant violence
What do you do when the silence
Fills all your empty spaces
With memories of long forgotten places.
The wind forgets faces but never a name
So who, love's bitch, is the one to blame
Is it the ones left behind or the ones no longer here
Or is it the one still holding his memories in fear
Clutched to his chest so in truth he isn't alone
Like the crackling static of a telephone
But little rose with thorns
Little, lovely angel crowned with horns
Who is it that you wish for at midnight
Your Dark Princess or the white, silent starlight?
Love's bitch, proud in his misery
Such a strange creature is he
As he lies broken and screaming
But with his eyes wide open when dreaming.
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Please review while I watch Buffy and Angel reruns... (skips away happily)