Useless
A/N: This is meant to be from Jack's POV, as he tried everything, but never gains Chase's attention. Oh, and when he says "For you are lusting for another.", he was reffering as Omi, because of Chase's non-stop stalking on the little monk. Oh, and this is my first try at ANY kind of poety, so don't be too unmerciful.
Jack Spicer, Chase Young, Omi (c) Christy Hui.(... i suppose so... if this is wrong, alert me, kay?)
Open the door,
Drop me on the floor,
Hang me on the ceiling,
Maybe it'll stop this feeling.
Cal me
useless when we're near,
It'll
only blood my ears.
It's
your evil self I desire,
But I
never get what I aspire.
You are so
clever,
For
getting to live forever,
We never
get along,
As you're
not the place I belong.
Rejecting
me is so easy
As you're
always busy.
I wonder
why I even bother,
For you
are lusting for another.
A being
too minimal,
As I am
invisible,
To gaze at
your glory,
To
approach your territory.
Your way
or the high way,
Send me
away,
From your
eyes of gold,
And your
armour of bold.
Forget the
possibilities,
I'll not
be a part of your memories.
You just
ignore,
And don't
think about it anymore.
Cut the
distance,
You're
not aware of my existence.
When you
push me aside,
I die a
little more inside.
I've
grown of you a phobia,
As you
give me insomnia,
It's an
endless fight,
That keeps
me up all night.
I'm
always trying to get your attention,
When all I
am is a pitiful exception.
What the
hell am I trying to heal,
When my
wounds aren't physically real?
Please R&R. If you're so kind!