I thought I'd give a poetry entry for the shipping community. Poetry is a fantastic romantic art. An art that is not created by the mind, but rather the heart.

*Not centered for a specific reason.*


Green grass, sitting on the edge
Thinking of that one time, that once alleged
He yelled and you got hurt
Now hating that guy you loved, that one guy, Flirt

Remembering your thoughts, it's only the past
Let your mind speak now, may it be its last
He was worthless, only a jerk
Somehow though, you still think of him, sad and quirk

Every moment you had fun
But now, those years are done
The sun has set, the day is over
You lie awake, not asleep and not sober

Even the brief memories, you still cherish
Wishing they were back, so you wouldn't perish
You cry in agony, hoping he'd knock on that door
He hasn't yet, would could you want more?

Not only have you been suffering in pain
But perhaps he is too, but in sly, under the rain
It's all you want, nothing better less said
Hurting yourself purposely, beating and crashing your head

Only now you know what you get
The realization hurts, almost like candle, being unlit
You only get what you give
With this, how can you even live?

Another drink, you gulp down
Hoping to erase those horrible reminisces, that emit bad sound
Worthless, you think of final solutions
That will end instantly, no need for your loves absolutions

Killing yourself, the cowards way out
Nonetheless, your misery will seize, no doubt
You aim the gun at your heart, awaiting the afterlife safari
Suddenly, a random yell and knock, "Red! Open up! Let me in! I'm sorry!"


Find the secret.

-I'd like to point out that I did use "yell(ed)" two times in the poem. I wanted to represent that yelling can indicate annoyance and anger, but at the same time it can show worry.