*I Don't Own Jane And The Dragon Or Its Characters

A poem fic inspired by a recent conversation I had

Nevermind those talks of folly

We're not children anymore

If only we were, then I wouldn't regret so much

I try to forget such reality of hurt

If you come to me, I'll forget everything else

I turned the world upside down for you

And now what do I have to show? Only my pride

In secret I did all these things but with no result

You saw nothing, knew nothing

So I don't bother with you anymore

From my window I watch the sun rise

When the sunrises, the sky burns with a radiance

The sun strikes a wooden figure, hoping to strike fear into those around

Walking down to the courtyard, I shield my eyes from the suns brilliance

You speak, but I do not listen

I talk but you don't listen

Yet the truth that flows from buttery lips cannot be discerned

What hearts can decipher the meaning?

What pleasantries are those unless those from the air of grace that passes from you?

I cannot stand the scorch

I cannot forget the scars that graze the heart

Or the pain that sears so deeply

I looked up at the sky, waiting for a diversion to come

Blanketed are the sky's when the darkness of rain are near.

You looked up too, waiting

Slowly the sky weeps and I too weep with it

Don't look or you'll see that the water in my eyes aren't rain

Heavier and heavier are the rhythm of weeping

Who cries harder than me is the sky

When it weeps, so sweetly are the droplets that puddle at my feet, where I saw a distortion of my reflection.

I kicked at my reflection, as though it would fix it

Then behind me another reflection appears. When I turned, I saw the manifestation of life itself, a life that burns to greatly for me to touch, yet so close that I can feel it's warmth.

She's saying something yet I don't listen, yet she's urging me to follow

I follow that warmth, in fear of becoming cold without it, in fear of forgetting warmth.

She despises me, but she's life.

I need her in my life, I desperately, selfishly, need her

She just doesn't know it yet.

But someday she will and she won't know what hit her

One can only hope and wait

Till then I'll dream, a figment of a dream I hope that will one day come true

Since that is all I can ever do until my dreams become reality

Until reality is a dream I can live with