I Hate Poetry

It's 3:30 in the morning and I can't sleep because I'm home alone and I'm scared. I was remembering a poem that I've seen used a lot, specifically in Bleach stories. Most of them revolve around Ichigo being devious(which he can do all day everyday as far as I'm concerned). This one is more of Ichigo being helpful and what Orihime is thinking throughout.

Disclaimer: Bleach belongs to someone I don't know, who's name I can't pronounce properly or spell. Same thing goes for the poem.

I hate poetry

It's boring

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,

It doesn't make sense

But it just keeps on going.

and even your breasts smell of it.

It is possible

I like it

While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies

Maybe just a bit

It's possible I do like this.

I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

The couple sat at a low table littered with books. They had made it a habit to help each-other with homework as a means for spending more time together. With all the calamity of fighting hollows and dealing with the many abnormal parts of their lives, finding time to go on a date or even just hanging out with one another was nearly impossible.

Today he happened to be tutoring her in her worst subject. Their assignment was to dissect and summarize a poem stanza by stanza. The month had revolved around some author she still couldn't remember the name of. Whats worse is that this particular poem was taking her hours to interpret while her boyfriend sat only inches from her side.

He lowered the book in his hands and looked at her to see if she was making any progress. "Well?" He asked. "Do you get it now Orihime?"

She leaned forward, pushing the book away to make room for herself, and gently bit his lower lip. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he dropped the book and put a hand behind her head to bring her closer. Their lips met in joyful reunion, followed by their tongues while their hands danced over hair and heated skin.

I hate poetry.

But I love it when you read to me.

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Aijou