Disclaimer: Don't own Gaara. Wish I did. If I did own him he would be my sex slave. End of story.

Yes this is another one of my Gaara poems. It took me an hour and a half or so to write. What I say is in Italics. What Gaara says is in plain writing. A good friend of mine (the Kankuro freak) gave me the idea of writing the poem this way. Dedicated to Gaara

Please Do Not Hate Me

Please do not hate me

Why would I hate thee?

I am a monster in everybody's eyes

Do not listen to them, they tell you lies

Do they lie about what's in my core?

No, but you are no monster, you are a boy I adore

Why do you say such things? To make my heart bleed?

No, to show you the love you need

Love? What is this "love"?

How can you not know my black dove?

Dove? I am no dove.

Why can you not understand my love?

I have never been treated as such.

Your cheek I want to touch.

How can you be so bold?

Your hands are mine to hold.

Why can you not leave me be?

How can you not see?

See what? Want to share?

How can you not see how much I care?

Why do these tears fall?

Because you see you are not hated by all

Who does not hate me?

Don't be dumb you know I love thee

Dumb? Love? Why do you say such things?

So you see what feelings my heart brings

My heart is black and cold

With some work it will be as good as gold

How can you be so kind?

Together we'll get through this bind

My mind is ravaged by a savage beast

No more shall it feast

Upon what does it feast?

Upon fear, hate, anger, and blood at least

How can I not give it what it wants?

Don't give in to its taunts

I feel so tired and weak

But your heart is not meek

My body aches and bleeds

A little rest is what you need

Where can I rest my head and sleep?

In my lap if you do not weep

Your lap is nice and soft

And it will keep you head aloft

Why do you stroke my head?

To comfort you in dream's bed

Now I go to sleep

And you promised not to weep

May my guardian angel watch me

I shall not let you be

As I'm lost in my dreams

I shall always love you it seems