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