A/N- Hey, Kuro fans~! I'm Mikomi Ai, and this is a poem I've been DYING to post for a few weeks! And for the record; I've never really read a Kuroshitsuji fic, so if I had copied an idea, I apologize now.
And so, here we go!
Disclaimer- Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler do NOT belong to me, they belong to the wonderful Yana Toboso.
~*Begin*~
When your back is turned, and when your eyes are closed,
or when the lights are black and when I'm in your chest (Because I need to sleep, and you're so warm).
I can almost think you're human.
I can almost fall in love with you.
The perfect human.
Almost.
But when I look into the red (like a rose petal) eyes, I know;
You –my butler- are a monster.
"Bocchan, take my hands", you say, beckoning me with tainted (with fresh blood) white gloves.
That's when I know, that that almost is a never.
You never were human. You were always a monster, a beast.
But yet,
I never fell in love.
I was always in love.
~* End*~
A/N- Crappy, anyone? XD Anyway, tell me what you think!
~Mikomi Ai
