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when you're fourteen you don't really understand this "love" thing.
you think you do, but you probably don't.
this applied to beast boy.
terra wasn't beautiful; not quite comparable with star's thick scarlet tresses & peridot eyes,
but there was something
some elusive, indefinable quality
laced throughout
her vanilla skin, long limbs,
flaxen hair, frosted blue eyes.
one glimpse of all that & he knew he knew it had to be love.
"love"
(with terra?)
one eye-lock, & something restless inside him woke
a cold shiver ghosted across his shoulders, scary but exhilarating
stirring the tick of his heart to a pulse he didn't yet understand
"love"
how could he know, as young as he was,
that complete devotion to a single person
is one of the most dangerous forces in the known universe.
she was very laid-back (on the surface), like the world existed merely to have fun with
like life was one sweeping, idle adventure
like the beating of our hearts in our chest isn't the same as the beat of a clock in its case.
but the longer he looked, the more he noticed
an underlying taste of fragility hidden behind her grinning tomboy mask.
he knew how much power she held in those hands
the power to move worlds
but he also felt, oddly enough, that the wind could just pick her up and swoop her away like a crystal of snow.
it intrigued him.
(poor little boy, when you see someone standing on rupturing ice the last thing you do is go stand with them)
and that, in a way, was the essence of beast boy&terra.
they were in love, or
as in love as two foolish fourteen year-olds can be
(maybe "infatuation" is a better word)
but love isn't always born without selfish reasons, whether conscious or not.
beast boy knew who he was.
the youngest one on the team.
the dumbest one on the team.
and maybe
when he saw terra, he also saw the
"i am heading for self-destruction"
penned in her marrow
and maybe
he wanted to be someone's white knight for once
instead of sharing the flushed glory of heroism with four other people
and maybe
he was drawn to her because he deluded himself into thinking he could save her
and maybe
because he was so used to not fitting in that when this pretty, strong, falling-apart girl tumbled in love with him
between ferris wheels and carnival lights strung up like synthetic stars, guilelessly linked arms and the density of isolation, like a scene out of a movie,
he tumbled in love with the fact that she loved him
and he tried he tried he tried to rescue her
but if you really believe
what fairy tales tell you,
that a white knight with all the love a teenage heart can hold
bursting out of every atom in his body
will save the girl destined for shattering
you
are
dead
wrong.
A/N: So I wrote this poem in about 10 minutes.
No capital letters because why not.
It's probably not that good; I'm sorry. ;w;
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