Author's Notes: OMG poetry?? Wtf self? Okay, so this is kind of a weird piece-of-crap thing that I wrote about (duh) Rorschach and Daniel and their friendship and how weird it was. I'm not really sure where/when this happens in the way of them talking, but pretend that Daniel knew what Rorschach looked like. And stuff. (What is this, I don't even). So lemme know what you think! (I am so sorry…)
A Friendship in Cracked Ice
It breaks his heart sometimes
To see his friend and brother become so far away
He always was a little intense
Always incomprehensible
But sometimes
(And these are the times when he wants to pull his friend into his arms and shield them both from the city that broke him)
He says something particularly kind to the red haired man
And he just looks at him
Looks at him with those eyes that are blue and dead and sharp and bleak
And the abyss stares back and it doesn't see it
He doesn't understand and his eyes scream
"Please don't break me"
And he can't promise that
He can only promise he's always be there to patch him back up again
That is his job, after all
It's always been his job
And sometimes the other man won't be there
Too bogged down with pain and anger to understand the look in his friend's eyes
And kindness and concern is too heavy to be bearable
And friendship is weakness
Even if it's not
And it's really not, man
Let me be there for you
"Let me be there for you" he pleads
But he can't
He won't let him
Because there are things he knows
Things that dance on the bleak edge of humanity's consciousness
That he daren't share
Because his friend is so. Good.
So unbearably, unbelievably…
Good
And he is so
Unbearably, painfully, undeniably
Tainted
And selfish
So, so selfish in his acceptance of this friendship
That is offered to him
From a man who loves to fly
And he belongs there anyways
In the sky above the filth and putrescence
Of this awful city
That screams with an echo of his pain that tears at his already scarred heart
Because it hurts
It hurts and his brown eyed friend who loves owls
Irrationally
Will never understand
"But how can I understand if you won't tell me?" he pleads
"Tell me… please"
But he won't
Because this unknowable man
With cracked ice eyes
And enough freckles to look ridiculous
Is
Dying
His soul has fault lines
Cracks filled with mortar and pain
He won't admit it
Not ever
Because. Well.
He's kind of an asshole, really
Stubborn and tactless and unspeakably angry
Quiet and judging and kinda smelly
And
Probably the best friend he'll ever have
And if only he could thaw out those cracked ice eyes
And make them dance
If only he could grab the stubborn, smelly asshole by the shoulders
And scream
"YOU ARE MY FRIEND!
And Goddammit, I love you."
As if that would help
As if that wouldn't be met with a load of bullshit
Because what else is he supposed to say?
What else can he say
To the man he would call brother
If that man he would call brother
Wasn't so goddamn naïve
And who so periodically, unknowingly
Left him in the squalor of his own demons
But that wasn't really his fault
Because he would never understand
And he's glad for it
The day that his friend's warm brown eyes grow cold
With the knowledge that turned his own eyes to ice…
Well…
He's pretty sure he'd die
So he stays away
And even though it doesn't help the bone-crushing
Ache
It'll keep his gentle and strange brown eyed friend
Safe from the city and from the poison that turned his soul
Into cracked ice
And he's so cold
And his friend's brown eyes
Are the only warm thing he's ever—
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A/N: Gah, sorry for that. Totally self-conscious. Lol. Anyways, I liked writing this, it was fun and kinda sad at the same time. It's kind of an AU poem, but I think it worked okay.