Author notes/Disclaimer: This is meant to look weird and be not-grammar perfect! -And it's from Ryoko's POV. It's kind of dark, and don't get mad at me if you don't like it. Everyone has their own opinion. I know it's short! Originially I was going to make it a prologue to a fic, but after hearing a few opinions I've decided to go on full faced with just a small fic- and see if it's voice overflows it's size. Oh, and, I don't own Tenchi Muyo. Like I'd ever own or think up something that cool. Ha! -Sami / PynkStarlyte (former Sami Chan, BlondeSwirl, and IceMist Princess)
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I saw you
But I don't know you
I loved you
And now I hate you
I dreamed you
Yet you haunt me with
nightmares
I wept you until my eyes were
scarlet and arid
I triumphed you until my heart was
dripping in jubilance
You left me
And a part of me left too
I love you.
Blank.
I sat on the steps. And stared.
I held a rose, and cried.
I stumbled, and shattered like
a million pieces of glass
spread far
apart.
Wavered whether or not I should tell.
Did they care about you as much as I?
I waltzed in the mist of the garden. Filled with
sanguine and viridian
and violet
bloom.
I t h o u g h t. Am I a dolt? For loving you blindly without
your permission;
worshipping your grounds when you never
really cared.
You treated me like a m e n t a l with your
harsh stares leaving me
to stand
and hold my limp
body filled with the worry
you felt such
a b h o r a t i o n
towards me.
Did they love you?
lf, as much as I?
I quivered when a tingle of regret bit and
wormed into my mind.
I fought when those thoughts
violently abused me.
I shriveled, bruised with the
pain that you
did not show that
you loved me too.
They asked me where you had gone and
I chirped with a shrill in my voice that you
you
you
left me
me
and decided she
oh, she
was your truthful
respectful
passion.
You left me.
Blank.
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I saw you
But I don't know you
I loved you
And now I hate you
I dreamed you
Yet you haunt me with
nightmares
I wept you until my eyes were
scarlet and arid
I triumphed you until my heart was
dripping in jubilance
You left me
And a part of me left too
I love you.
Blank.
I sat on the steps. And stared.
I held a rose, and cried.
I stumbled, and shattered like
a million pieces of glass
spread far
apart.
Wavered whether or not I should tell.
Did they care about you as much as I?
I waltzed in the mist of the garden. Filled with
sanguine and viridian
and violet
bloom.
I t h o u g h t. Am I a dolt? For loving you blindly without
your permission;
worshipping your grounds when you never
really cared.
You treated me like a m e n t a l with your
harsh stares leaving me
to stand
and hold my limp
body filled with the worry
you felt such
a b h o r a t i o n
towards me.
Did they love you?
lf, as much as I?
I quivered when a tingle of regret bit and
wormed into my mind.
I fought when those thoughts
violently abused me.
I shriveled, bruised with the
pain that you
did not show that
you loved me too.
They asked me where you had gone and
I chirped with a shrill in my voice that you
you
you
left me
me
and decided she
oh, she
was your truthful
respectful
passion.
You left me.
Blank.
