a/n: These were a few poems, a bit of Kyouya and Haruhi introspection, that I wrote for fun. Before I knew it, they had morphed into something that told a little story of their own.
Note the difference between the last line of the first poem and the very last line. It's supposed to suggest something, although exactly what I'll leave to your imagination.
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There is no rhyme or reason
to his love for her
There's no sense
to root this feeling
There's no logic
to calculate his actions with
There's no reason to what he is doing -
there is not even a rhyme -
so he tries to deny that
He loves her
He has no idea what he's doing, really
Or why he's doing it
Maybe it's because he likes to play
The villian
The shadow king
The snake
Maybe it's because he wants
To help his freind
To make a point
To keep her safe
Maybe it's because he wants to
Feel her pale skin
Hold her thin wrist
Just once
He dismisses this
Because he doesn't feel that way about her
And he would know
Certainly
Her eyes don't betray a hint of fear
Her voice doesn't quiver
She meets his eyes
And smiles
It was for profit
He never wanted to be a hero
Never wanted to be a knight in shining armor
She was blind
He himself was blind
All he knew was that he was setting himself up
To be something he wasn't
Did he want to be something he wasn't?
For her?
He didn't do things for people
And they didn't do things for him
He didn't care what they thought
Until they managed to worm their way into his life
She had finally unlocked the door
Maybe he was actually
What she wanted all along
x
Without having to pretend
Maybe he was already the kind person
She thought he was
She was his oxygen
In his stifling, numbingly cold ocean
Where he could not breathe
Until she smiled
Was it so selfish that he'd hoped
She would be his someday?
There was no denying it:
He had loved her