Okay so this is a short poem I wrote based on Sayaka Miki from Madoka Magica. I watched the series with my sister and I felt so bad for Sayaka. Her death was probably the worst one, besides Homura (who didn't really die, but suffered a hell). Watching the person she gave up her soul for fall in love with someone else, one of her friends. That's painful, and pretty cruel on Hitomi's part. But I decided to write this, and it's my first one.
WARNING: NEW WRITER WHO SUCKS AT ANGST AND WRITING IN GENERAL, BE WARNED.
I gave it up,
It was all for you,
I loved you, I loved YOU.
I've been by your side, and I'll never leave,
I gave up my life for you,
My love, my soul, and even my heart,
You suffered more and more each day.
I began to notice,
Even though you tried to hide it,
I still noticed.
Only I know you,
Only I should have you,
I would give up everything for you.
And one day you broke,
One day you gave up.
Your hands were useless,
No matter what you did,
You'd never be able to play again.
Maybe I could help you.
I don't understand what she meant,
I should've listened to her,
I was to prideful to admit she was right,
She said it would've been hard to keep relationships.
I wouldn't have time,
And she was RIGHT.
Why didn't I listen to her?
Then I saw HER.
How you laughed and smiled together.
That day she walked home with you.
I should've known she loved you.
We weren't close, only held together by a single, simple pink ribbon.
But she didn't love you,
Like I Loved You…
The way you two talked,
Like she understood you.
LIAR.
She didn't know what I knew about you.
I know everything about you.
I have always been there.
I have always known.
I have, and no one else.
She didn't listen to you play for hours on end.
The notes that would come from an instrument I couldn't name.
Only I and the crowd heard those notes.
And I made it for you, I fixed that instrument so others could hear those notes.
But you told her you LOVED HERE.
She confessed, and you replied.
I knew you weren't lying.
I knew you, remember?
And for some reason, the wonderful notes couldn't be heard anymore.
All I heard were the rackets of trains on wheels.
And the last melody you played before that tune went silent.
That horrible, bitter sweet tune.
My symphony would play that tune for as long as I lived.
Only I could hear that symphony,
The one YOU played.
The symphony almost seemed quiet,
Muffled by water.
The water almost seemed red.
A red that didn't burn.
A comforting, soothing red.
She protected me, like I did him.
I know longer felt sad.
I was no longer alone.
Sayaka sat up from her position in the white, empty plain. "Hey Sayaka, you coming?" Kyoko asks, holding a red apple in her hand. "Yeah, hold on a minute." Sayaka walks over to the red haired girl, smiling. "Here, eat it. Your ass is skinny as hell." Sayaka takes the apple, but frowns.
"Nah, I think I'll eat half, then you'll eat half." Kyoko smiles, punching her lightly in the shoulder. "Fine then, have it your way."