A/N: This is a Poem based on the play Wicked. It's from Fiyero's perspective and it's written to Galinda, kind of like a letter. The whole thing is basically the play through his eyes. R&R please!
Great big thank you to TaylxBayl and Bombalurinasara for correcting my mistake!
It Was Never You
You did try to
do good,
I'll give you that
But you were still greedy
You
had everything
You had a loving mother and father
You had
crowds of friends
You had countless admirers
Yet you still
wanted more
She had nothing
Her mother was dead
Her father
hated her
Her sister thought her to be inferior
She was laughed
at or feared by everyone
She just wanted one thing
Recognition
You
both wanted it,
Long before I entered the picture
You wanted it
because you were self-centered
You wanted to be loved and
worshiped
She wanted acceptance
She just wanted freedom
Freedom
from the bonds society put on her
Then, I came
You instantly
attached yourself to me
You sent Boq to Nessa to get rid of
him
It was the right thing to do,
But the wrong reason
Nessa
liked Boq, but he was blind
Blinded by you
You constantly led
him on
Because you had me
I liked you at first
Because you
were beautiful
I was blind to the important things
The first
thing I ever truly saw,
Was an elderly goat,
Being dragged off
by two men
And small lion cub
Trapped in a "cage"
I
don't know why I helped her
It's possible I never will
But
I'm glad I did
She opened my eyes
And she saw past my mask
My
carefully constructed façade
She was the first person I let
see the true me
After that,
Every tree,
Every
chalkboard,
Every blade of grass,
Had her face
I couldn't
get her out of my mind
She was stuck there
And she still is
And
I wouldn't have it any other way
After I heard what had happened
in the Emerald City
I had to get the job of Captain of the Guard
I
had to be the one to find her
I had to tell her
You came back
and clung to me even more
Deep down, I hated that
That's why
I left with her
I didn't love you
I never really did
When
I saw her held be those two guards,
I lost it
I proved how much
more she meant to me
By turning my gun on you
I am truly sorry
I did that
But I was desperate
As I hung on that pole,
My
skin turning to cloth,
I mentally apologized
And thanked her a
million times
She saved my life
I would have died
After I
was freed,
I sent the note with instructions
And three days
later,
I saw her again
That was the happiest moment of my
life
Until now
As I look at my first daughter
Galinda
