A/N: I listen to dumb music at 1am, and then I write something like this.
I'm sorry.
Warnings are mentioned keyshipping and sad, sad regrets.
Also, I don't really know if this falls under poetry since I don't really write/like it... but according to friends, it does.
Yeah, I donut own Zexal.
Now Long Gone
"I don't love you."
The words still stung, even though he'd been the one to declare them. It stung and gnawed and slowly murdered his heart, and the pain only increased with each passing day he thought of him.
Astral.
His Astral.
Now long gone with no chance of ever returning to his embrace.
"I miss you," he would murmur as he traced his fingertips along the faded picture of the two together.
Now long gone.
No chance of gazing into his dazzling golden eyes. No chance of holding his lightly-colored hand.
No chance of seeing his small, dazzling smiles.
No chance of bickering with him. No chance of wrapping his arms around him.
All opportunities wasted with only painful memories left behind.
Only despair and a never-ending loneliness lingers.
His happiness was gone, now long gone.
Never able to move on and love again. No matter who grew to adore him.
Ryoga... Vector... Michael...
None.
He was destined to die alone. Alone and alone and unable to love...
"What do you mean you don't love me?"
"I'm sorry... W-We just weren't meant to be."
A/N: Read, review, or whatever.
Byeee.