Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Heero Yuy or Relena Peacecraft. And I'm not making any money off this stupid poem. I don't even like poems, the damn thing just wouldn't get out of my head until I wrote it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Heero Yuy or Relena Peacecraft. And I'm not making any money off this stupid poem. I don't even like poems, the damn thing just wouldn't get out of my head until I wrote it.

Sick of You

I'm sick of holding a gun pointed at you

And knowing I'll never shoot

I'm sick seeing your face light up

Because it should always be that bright

I'm sick of thinking about you

When I have a mission to complete

I'm sick of always doing things for you

That you never know about

I'm sick of hearing you call after me

Because I don't want to leave

I'm sick of fading into crowd

Hoping you'll need me again

And I'm tired of pushing you away from me

And I'm tired of always running

And I'm tired of saying I'll kill you

When I really mean I love you

I'm sick of me not being with you

When I know it's where we're meant to be