Pre, post, and still with HZ

by eneranos

A poetry about an orphan and his musing concerning his life before and when the most annoying and weirdest person he ever had acquainted to.

Pre, post, and still with H.Z

Red, all he could see was red

After the mist, his face was reflected through eyes of the dead

Eyes from a family

Eyes that shone stars when he was a bit happy

After the kill

He barely left, and regret covered his heart like a seal

Stoic, cold, moving without zeal

How, and when will he feel

Then a flash of brown

No, a wine like near to brown

A sniff of chemicals, blood, and filth

Then giggles? No guffaws, questions, and inquiries!

Annoying, four eyed turd came

Every day he drives me insane

But she let me be

What I want and what I wanted to be

I felt what I should, I did what I could

What I'd like to know what the thudding of my heart means

Every time our fingers accidentally brush or our backs lean

Or the calor spreading through our bodies

Making us both shiver, as if there's electricity

But what I time can tell, only my heart will continue to swell

I must refrain, must endure

For I really even don't know I am crushing on what gender

But despite the gender ambiguity, she/he still make my life happier