A/N: I was supposed to write a Confession Poem for Creative Writing class. Then Heero Yuy popped up out of nowhere, as Heero is wont to do, and informed me that, not only were we going to write about him now, but we were going to rhyme while we did so. This is so not my fault.
Also, this poem turned into a two-shot fic. Those chapters are already written and will be up momentarily. Let me know what, if anything, you think.
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Beyond the Laptop – A Gundam Wing Confession
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I wish I knew what to say
When he looks at me and I look away
But this is all we do of late
Exchange these looks that suffocate
Dance around the molten core
Hate ourselves and wish for more
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I feel him at times late at night
When the War crawls out and grips me tight
Memories of twisted death
No way to stop and nothing left
But this leather seat inside my suit
While fires rage and soldiers shoot
Painful habits, long ingrained
Like this stupid job and my damn code-name
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I grasp for something to keep me sane
When demons dance and dark dreams reign
It's him I need, I've always known
But he isn't there; I die alone
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If I were asked, then I'm okay
But it doesn't stop or go away
I don't know what I need to say.
All I can do is type and pray.
I portion out my one possession.
A two line email, my last confession.
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"They taught me how to fight and kill,
But I love you, Maxwell, and I always will."