Mr Flawless

by DeathtoInsomnia

{I've been in the poem mood lately, sorry.} Oh poor Marshy can't get our little Ole Gumball, so you want to know how he expresses himself? By writing a poem about it. Not very good, but I hope some of you like it, and if not I sincerely apologize. Well, hope you do like it, nevertheless.

"Mr. Flawless"

When I look at him,

He smiles back, the grin going all the way to the brim.

I can't help but stare,

Is he even aware?

That I love him?

Most likely not,

He's so perfect, but what have I got?

A few tricks,

And what? A couple of funny gimmicks?

Oh, that's right,

I'm the son of a demon, that's no fight.

At school people tease me,

Why the hell can they not just let me be?

After all I am royalty.

But why would they care?

But then-when I'm in class with him- I just sit there,

And forget all my problems, just to stop and stare,

Daring to glance at his luscious cotton candy hair,

Knowing that none of him is mine is too much to bare.

But those beautiful eyes, so pink and extravagant, but yet so demanding,

I just want to tell him , even though I may be commanding,

It's just that.

When I look at him, knowing that he will never be mine,

That piece of man, that's oh so define,

My heart deflates, and goes flat.

Why the hell can't I just tell him that already?

Maybe I'm not ready to be rejected.

Does he even at least like me?

I didn't think it could be,

How could he not see?

How much I am truly and passionately in love with him?

I've got to be done,

This isn't any fun,

I'm spewing random feels into a poem I don't care about,

But then again tonight him and I are supposed to go out.

Not where I want,

But at least it's with him,

And we both know that he's going to flaunt,

Maybe not much,

But a little.

To tell you the truth I prefer the violin over the fiddle,

But he doesn't like classical music.

No, no, he likes the rock and roll.

That's another thing that we have in common,

We both like rock and that special Japanese ramen.

I know, "The great Marshall is being a pansy, and writing a poem." but this means a lot,

Because this isn't something store bought.

Feelings like this you can't buy,

But yet I still have the ability to fly,

You can fly,

But you just can't die,

That's something I always tell myself.

But to tell you the truth,

I am so in love with Gumball it hurts,

And when the feelings do not reciprocate it's worse.

I adore everything about my Buba.

But just so you know,

I'm not heartless,

Because I am in love with Mr. Flawless.