A/N: Okay, so what happened here? Whoa. I don't know. This is totally whacky. Came to me one night randomly. I don't usually do poems, but whatever. Drop me a comment if you want, be greatly appreciated.
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"To have, and to hold," becomes "To Love and to Loathe,"
as he thinks once more
of his blue-eyed boy.
Love and loathe, easily confused,
Some people will say.
Laugh Scornfully,
Others will.
Because Love and loathe are different.
When you love someone's touch on
Your skin,
And loathe the way
That they look at you,
Those eyes
So full of something
Deep and darker
Than you can think about,
Because
It's too much like love.
To have and to hold:
To love and to loathe.
It goes on
Through his mind,
The tales of
Whispers passed.
A harsh kiss,
A trailing hand,
A laugh, and
Then
The end of it again.
How he hates Robin so much,
But
Is scared of him, and for him,
Of his love,
And for his life.
He takes
Her hand In his,
and wishes it
Belonged to his beloved.
Wishes it belonged to no-one, he means.
Because
That's what
Robin
Is to him.
No-one.
She pulls away, face
Betraying a fear, but
His numbness blocks it.
She disappears out
The door, he knows
To see Robin, and
Betray them all.
He wants to shout after
Her, that he has been the traitor too.
He has played
That game.
He wants
To tell her that her lips
Whisper information to him, but
His lips touch Robin's own.
But he stays
Quiet, silent,
Keeping his peace.
Because it is something
He is not
Proud of.
He is not
Proud
Of this mess they
Share.
To have, and to hold,
Is something deeper then them,
Because
They mean nothing to
Each other.
Robin means
All
To Guy.
And Guy
Curses
How he hopes
On Robin's returned love,
And hates,
How if it
Ever happened,
He knows,
He would run forever to escape.
So to have and to hold,
Becomes to
Love and loathe,
In this tangled
Confusion
Of lust, hate,
Lies, traitors,
Secrets and
Other words
That mean nothing about
What they really are.