So this poem is more through Gil's eyes, and like I said before, it's a little depressing. To a certain Roddy/Ryuzaki who I know will read this because I'll make her: Please, don't take anything in this very seriously, I wrote it awhile ago, and I was being a little depressed when I did. You probably don't know how insecure I am about this whole thing that we're doing... Back to the other readers: For the purpose of this story in poems, this takes place after a sort-of fight between Roderich and Gilbert, for the purpose of my life, it was after a phone call. I don't know if I'll write another poem to go along with this set, since thses two were already written, but please be sure to tell me if you want me to.
-LuvableLittleMonster
Spinning
Everything spins and spins and spins,
every time I think I'm used to it,
something new happens.
Is staying still for a little while so hard?
You can't take anything seriously.
Since when?
I over think, and compensate with humor.
Is that bad?
I don't know.
What if tomorrow we die?
What if this is the last time we say Ich liebe dich and hang up?
What if those are the last words I think about?
How would you feel?
I feel like a terrible person.
You're not.
You're perfect, and beautiful, and mine.
I hope.
But nothing makes sense.
And every day we act like nothing's wrong.
we're not slowly falling apart,
we're not broken.
Think back. When I paced the length of your room.
I was terrified.
On the verge of every tear.
You seemed calm enough, but I guess I'll never really know if you were.
That was the only time I ever slept on your floor,
Instead of on your bed next to you.
Ich liebe dich is German for "I love you" just in case you were wondering. To Roddy: I don't really think we're broken. I'm just very insecure, like I said before. Back to the other readers: If you want me to write another part to this, please tell me. I might anyways, but only if I feel randomly inspired.
Ciao!
~LLM~
