How do I do this?
I just write?
You sure?
This okay?
Ok, alright.
Crap, I should erase that.
Fuck it.
Anyway, a poem.
I can do this.
Just write from the heart.
I guess it all started with a tea party
As weird as that sounds
He was the new guy
The guy with the creepy aura
The Destroyer is still scarier
He kept to himself
Even when I tried to talk to him
He was more scared of himself
Then the others ever could be
He needed someone, anyone
Later he found me passed out behind some bushes
Took me to Medic against his own judgement
I don't remember much of that
Apparently it went lovely
Medic worked him into a fit
He tried to shove me away
He was hurt and scared
And so he lashed out
He wasn't used to kindness
He didn't know I meant no harm
The others hadn't treated him well
So when I did he broke down
I asked him what he wanted
It was so simple it's almost laughable
If it wasn't so heartbreaking
A friend, he wanted a friend
So I took him to spar
The dude was too tense
He was too hesitant and indecisive
He was too scared
He needed a push
And I provided it
He pushed back though
A pause halfway through
Finally a proper introduction
In the end he totally beat my ass
Even ruined a perfectly good shirt
Still, I didn't go home a loser
I got him to smile and laugh
It's the warmest thing I've seen
Something happened
And suddenly I couldn't stand him
I thought he was a cold hearted bastard
Until I learned he didn't kill
Man I was such a sleazy bastard
He's confusing me
I don't know how to act
Why does he provoke these feelings?
What do they mean?
I don't know what to do with them
He kissed me
And there was a flash
Of a… memory?
I don't know
It was not okay
He asked me to the ball
I couldn't refuse him
Even if I don't like balls
Too much effort
Too many expectations
...He loves me?
You love me?
More flashes
I'm so confused
What is going on?
I was happy?
I was happy
What happened?
I'm drowning in loneliness
You're right here
Was that okay?
You're crying?
Why are you crying!?
I'm sorry!
I didn't mean to make you cry!