Disclaimer: I don't own bleach, but I do 'borrow' the characters for my own perverted ritual sacrifices. (I don't, but I was just trying to see if anyone actually reads the disclaimer?)
a/n For some reason, I've gotten into a rut of Bleach fanfics. (Again.) I'm currently considering doing request pieces...though if I haven't heard of it, (which is highly unlikely, I have no life, so have nothing better to do than read manga.) I probably won't do it...Or at least, it'll take a while. Another TatsuHime poem, not really related to "Too Busy For Stars." --I guess it could be, though...--
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She turns away,
leaving.
I look at a
charm
I have hanging around my
neck.
I lift it, the smooth purple
butterfly
gleaming in the
light.
I think of where I got
it.
When I met my friends for the
fair.
All, and everyone but HER.
She was with
Him.
Again.
When she comes to me, asking for
advice,
I give it to her with the full intention of giving her
real advice.
And I do.
But my mind says I
shouldn't.
But my heart says I
Must.
She should be happy...
At the very least,
she should find someone she LIKES
who will care for her,
let her care for them.
I return from reminiscing.
My mind and heart stay lost,
but my eyes follow her.
My eyes see the beautiful,
pale girl standing before me,
but my mind is lost in the past.
The fair.
Why does that sadden me?
Why
Does
That
Remind Me
Of HER?
Oh...
Because
It's something I didn't
get to
share with HER,
another thing I never got to
DO with
her.
It, along with
many things.
Like now, for
instance.
There are so many things I
never
shared with her.
But I'm
afraid
It will be too weird for
her.
All of a
sudden,
out of the
blue,
I tell her the
truth
I've been
hiding
for so
long?
I can't do
it.
No matter how hard I
try,
I'll never be able to tell
Orihime
the truth. That I have been in love with
her,
for half the time I've known her.
Meaning, for about two
years now.
And she STILL
doesn't know.
And I don't think I'll
let her.
She can come to me,
She can ask ME, if she ever wants to
know.
And I hope she does.
What's worst, is she stands right in front of me, calling
my name.
"Tatsuki-chan! Tatsuki-chan!"
But never answers when I call for her,
searching,
needing her.
Needing her touch,
her love,
her warmth,
at this point, needing ANYTHING!
But most of all,
I need her to
see.
See what I do, that she's been missing for so
long.
See why I call for her.
See why I need her help.
See why I love her.
Heh.
even I
can't handle that last bit.
That's a question,
that doesn't have an answer.