based off of the raven, by edgar allen poe
this is... pretty bad. but i'm half asleep. and not a poet. about jason, and asexuality
676 words, by google docs
Once upon a midnight wander, while he walked to over yonder
And the moonlight made him ponder, ponder of the night before.
And though he liked to feel secure, he knew he had to be mature
For the truth was he felt unsure, unsure since before the war
There was the big lie he told—the big "I love you", he once swore
This he'll know forevermore
…
Ah, distinctly he remembers, even through all Decembers
And the Argo II, all its members, it's the pair that they adore
Even though he wished to end it, he couldn't bear to bend it
There was no way to amend it, amend the love he had before
For the radiant maiden whom he once was lucky to score
Named here Piper, nothing more
…
And the love was lost so slowly, for what he thought was holy
Came to be not, wholly, and it nearly made him sore
And when he tried to say it, days he spent going to pray it
And when he tried to lay it deeply on her bedroom floor
She wouldn't wouldn't see, for she would soar,
Soar here forevermore
…
Time again he wished to end it, time again he wished to bend it,
Yet time again he wished to amend it, but he knew it was no more
And the time he spent uncertain, wishing he could know for certain
Before the final closing curtain, this is what he knew for sure:
That he just did not love her, he just could not anymore
And that it was, forevermore
…
But the truth is, he felt conflicted, and so deeply the pain inflicted
Left its mark, he was convicted, convicted now forevermore
And the time she used to laugh, and the times he touched her calf
And the time seemed cut in half, like and eight went down to four
Yet, he hoped, a shred inside, his soul he could still pour
To the maiden, forevermore
…
And the truth is he no longer felt it, and the truth is nobody smelt it
But the truth is, he tried to melt it, melt it to be gone once more
And the truth is he doesn't know, and the truth is it's not for show
But the truth is, she can glow, but his feelings he can't ignore
For he feels none, at least to her, nothing there, nevermore
Nothing there, forevermore
…
He never knew how to deal, for he didn't know what to feel
And he didn't know if it would heal, heal his wounds forevermore
And he hoped they could remain, yet his hopes were all in vain
And he had to break the chain; it wouldn't hold anymore
For the love he had was gone, gone, gone, gone—no more
That it is, nothing more
…
And he once read a book, because he thought to take a look
And what he read it had him shook, had him shook to the core
He knew what he felt was good, he knew that he would stay, he would
For the way he knew he should stay like this forevermore
For the time he found out himself, marked right here, he needed more
He knew he needed to reach the shore
…
He felt relief, to be happy again, to not be under so much strain
To no longer feel the pain, no more pain forever more
And he told of asexuality, and that it was no fatality
And it was just a mentality, a mentality that he bore
Which wasn't so bad, like he had always thought before
Nothing bad, nothing more
…
And the maiden, once crushed from that, could give him a pat
And they had a nice long chat to find out what was in store
And the pair, friends again, and he was no longer in pain
All the bad feelings, down the drain, nothing mentioned anymore
For it was not so bad, not so bad to be friends once more
Just friends, is all—nothing more
