Poem title: Ulquiorra Schiffer
Poem type: Free verse
Disclaimer: Although I very much wish I did, I unfortunately do not own Bleach in any way, shape, or form.
AN: Hello! This is my first submission and hopefully not the last. This is a poem written in Grimmjow's POV about Ulquiorra. I honestly wrote this poem for my Creative Writing class at school and my teacher enjoyed it so I hope you do too.
I see you every day.
I sit across from you at meetings,
Yet you only look at me to call me one thing:
Trash.
When you say that I feel only one thing:
Rage.
I'm angry because I know that's what you'll always think of me.
So I strive for you to see me as something else,
For you to see me as one thing:
Equal.
I'm angry because I know the only reason for this.
It's that my ranking is two below yours.
That I'm ranked as one thing:
Sexta Espada.
While I strive to become greater for one purpose:
To reach you.
I know the one other person who knows of this.
I know that bastard is amused by this.
I know his name and its:
Aizen Sosuke.
He knows what I know and it amuses him.
I don't like it that I don't know about you though.
That I don't know about those green streaks.
Green streaks that remind me of one thing:
Tears.
When I see those streaks I ask myself one thing:
Who?
Who could be heartless enough to make you cry?
Who would be so cruel as to fill you with pain?
Who would be careless enough to fill your eyes with sadness?
That's when I ask myself one more thing:
Why?
Why should I care about something like that?
Why do I care about my self-proclaimed rival?
These are questions I want to ask you,
But when I approach you in the white-washed hallways…
I lose the words to say when you look at me.
When you look at me it hurts.
It hurts to know those too-green eyes don't look at 'me'.
That I can never see emotions on your face.
That's the one thing:
Emotions.
Do I understand my own?
I thought I did.
You've shown me otherwise.
You've confused me but I think I understand.
I understand my emotions, just not their reasons.
I've had to re-evaluate my motives for power.
I thought I wanted you to acknowledge me as your equal.
I was wrong.
I only want to be one thing:
Someone special to you.
I don't totally understand myself,
But I think I'm in love with one person:
You, Ulquiorra Schiffer.
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I hope you enjoyed reading this and please review as you see fit. I will accept any criticism/advice/compliments/questions, but please no verbal thrashings. Thank you. :)