Note: I'm sorry, I know I promised Break and Lotti next. But acrostic poems are so relieving, and this has been dying to get out... With all the Echo and Noise poetry and drabbles and stories suddenly coming out there lately... I just couldn't take it anymore! It needed out! Hahaha. Anyway... I promise... this... will be... the last... of Echo... for... a WHILE!
Disclaimer: Don't own. ^^
Echo of Noise
~pinkhearter13
E very time, you always have the upperhand because I'm useless.
C onniving eyes of hatred stare at me behind the pooling darkness.
H unger and jealousy I see reflected in your eyes, and I know those feelings because a part of them are mine.
O f all the better times, you like to push when I try to pull.
O ver and over, I find you take control when I am at my weakest and afraid.
F orever you've looked over my shoulder, laughing and judging and taunting and hurting.
N ow I wonder if really everything you are is me.
O pposite, I thought you were, but now I understand our closeness.
I wonder if it's really so wrong for me to feel the way I do.
S o perfect, so angelic, and the Master loves you so. It hurts to see a person amplified so strongly by me that he loves, because I know I'll never be as perfect. I'll sit and wait and hope and die, but you'll always be louder, and with every passing breath, nothing I do will ever change.
E very day I always wonder—is it possible I love you?