*I don't own Jane and the Dragon or its characters
This poem fic was made as a means of venting out. Hope you like it, thought it fit for a Gunther fic.
What can balance this bitter taste?
Will your sweet resolve overcome it?
It's not something that can be washed away like filth
Or taken off like a garment
Yet it's more like a scar that stains the flesh
It cannot be soothed with balms
Or removed in surgery
But I can pretend it's not there
And hide it in a sneer
Or dress it with pride
Though nothing can come close to sweetness then yourself.
Repressing in a haughty laugh
Or flaunting my despair in proud walk
Though I can only fool myself long enough till your presence leaves the room
I cannot deny that I have my time to let the bitterness flow out in a salty tear
Or drown it in a hearty meal
But the sweetest thing that a bitter thing like me can hope for is that you'll never adopt my bitterness
For its my own hurt
And I'd rather keep it that way