now i know i should be focusing on my other stories and finishing those but i was bored in class and wrote a paragraph of this rhyming thing and i really liked it! so i continued and decided to put it up! i hope you all like it and can guess its a really long poem like Rape of the Lock (i wrote it in my literature class while we were doing that poem XD) it's not finished yet but there will only be two chapters on this and i PROMISE ill continue the others and FINISH FINALLY

happy readings!^^ oh! and i hope you all can guess the rhyme scheme!

'Stop trying to understand me!'

He screams. I shake my head.

'I can't leave you for dead.

I can't, cant' you see?' I say softly.

XXX

Grimmjow snorts and turns on his heel.

'Good luck,' he sneers.

I wonder what this man fears

that stops him from even trying to feel?

'Stop it!'

'Stop what?'

He glares. He's been doing that a lot.

'Stop staring! Stop trying! It's shit!'

XXX

I sigh.

'What I don't want to?'

'Fine! But you'll have no one to talk to!'

And he walks off to wallow in his lie.

He's hurt.

He's got a bruise the size of Saturn.

And it's become a pattern.

I tug at his shirt.

XXX

'Let me help.'

'Go away.'

'I won't, okay?'

'I don't want your help!'

XXX

'Why?'

He stares.

Someone cares?

'You HAVE to tell me why.'

XXX

Grimmjow clenches his fists.

'I don't want to look weak.'

'Is that what you seek?'

He likes being alone, he insists.

XXX

But I know

he's trying to hide.

'Yes, but then you've cried.'

'Fine, my dad and I had a row!'

XXX

'He hits you?'

'He can. He's my dad.'

'Don't you get mad?'

'Would you?'

XXX

'Of course! He hit me!'

'I know…'

'So?'

'I can't tell you,' he says softly.

XXX

'Tell me today.'

'No.'

'Tomorrow?'

'No. Someday.'

XXX

'Does this mean I can talk to you?'

He smiles like he's been set free.

'Let's see.'

I wonder if he'll stay true.

'Your hair is so blue!'

He pulls away from me.

'Always has, always will be.'

'You don't have a clue!

XXX

It turns white when you're old!'

'Oh yeah? Well you too, carrot top!'

I grin and let it drop.

He says, 'Let's go! It's cold!'

XXX

I bite my lip and say,

'Can I hold your hand?'

He stares. I say, 'What? Is it banned?'

He just smiles and says, ''Kay.'

XXX

They're soft. I didn't expect that.

We keep walking.

And talking.

It feels nice like that.

His feet are soft too.

I let him put his feet in my lap.

He had football and needed to nap.

I got us food too.

XXX

I admire his face.

He has nice features.

Even when pissed at our teachers.

I could stare all day if that's the case.

XXX

He doesn't need to know I'm staring.

He'd probably find it weird.

See, what I most feared,

Was what if it is more than caring?

XXX

What if it is more than a whim?

What if what I feel more,

And keep locked behind a door,

Is that fact that I really love him?

He likes this girl.

I say coldly, 'She's not your type.'

He snaps, 'Like you know! No need to hype!

Just going to give her a whirl!'

XXX

'Grimmjow, she's not a car.'

'Don't tell me what to say!'

'So as not to insult her! Which you may!'

'Ichigo, you're going too far!'

XXX

'I'm just looking out for you!'

'I never asked you to!'

'The way you act, you NEED me to!'

'Seriously, Ichigo, SCREW YOU!'

XXX

'Why do you hate me so much?'

'Because I'm scared!'

Well, that went further than I dared.

He says, 'I don't want a crutch…'

XXX

I need to be strong.

I hate my father,

Who continues to beat me harder.

Ichigo, is that so wrong?'

XXX

I don't say anything.

I just give a strong tug

And pull him into a hug

To show I'm okay with everything.

XXX

I can tell he's crying.

I don't want to comment.

I know what he meant.

Moving on is hard but at least he's trying.

He invites me to his place.

All day, we sit on his bed.

All day, with my hand on his head

We talk as I stare at his face.

XXX

I tell him I like his eyes.

He says he likes my hair.

Good old fun without a care.

But then, we hear howling cries.

XXX

He sits bolt upright,

His eyes wide, his body trembling.

He jumps off his bed, all the while stumbling

And suppressing his fright.

XXX

He whispers, 'You need to hide.'

'What's going on?'

'Nothing. Just hide. Go on!'

I object. 'I'm not leaving your side!'

XXX

'Fine!' he snaps

And shoves me into a closet.

I yell, 'Grimmjow! I can't just shut up and sit!'

But stop when I hear sharp taps.

XXX

In walks a terrifying man

Who doesn't waste time in

Beating his son like he's committed a sin.

I can't stop him. No one can.

XXX

He'd hurt Grimmjow more if I did.

Then, I saw his hands go south.

I wanted to scream but I cover my mouth.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK, NO! He's just a kid!

XXX

Leave him alone!

He's your SON!

Bastard, he's your goddamn SON!

I cry at Grimmjow's pained tone.

XXX

I cry as the bastard leaves.

I cry as I crawl up to Grimmjow.

I cry as I hug him now.

I cry even harder as he hurls and heaves.

XXX

So this is his life's evil core.

My baby. My love.

I'm his peace. His dove.

He has me now. No more.