In another light

Expectation

According to plan

Rebuild

Repair

Heal

But not replace.

Perfection.

Fear.

What is more menacing

Than to feel

Corrosive reaction

Gradual recession

Fracturing illusion

Revealing truth

A relationship

Stronger

Powerful

Real

Menacing.

Once

His presence

Amounted

The magnet

And glue

Binder

To a loose structure

He felt worth

Responsibility

Purpose.

By a stroke of

Luck

Or curse

The man

He so despised

Worth of dirt

Concealing

Treasures

One he could

Never surpass.

He was perfect

Intelligent

Athletic

Charming

Handsome

Rich materially

Emotionally

But amidst all

A poor man

Richer than him.

Failure to realize.

He had everything.

He had nothing.

Thus

He who has everything

Fail to see

Fail to gain

To appreciate

To love.

The boy who could not love.

Grueling contrast

To a man

Who had nothing

Yet gained everything

Simple words

Unrestrained action

He rarely smiled.

But when he did

A testament

That he had everything

He had nothing

He has happiness

And he

Despite all

Unsatisfied.

"Hayama-kun."

"Yukinoshita."

He loved

Yes

He could

But fear

Weakness

Treachery

Betraying him

No power

Heart of gold

Is softer

Than a heart of stone.

"Yukino... I love you."

Remember

Those words

When the smoke

Is coming down.

"Hayama..."

Her words

Warmth

Each syllable

Lacking coldness

Unusual

Perhaps an anomaly

But not a mistake.

Two pairs of blue eyes

Stared inches away

From each other

Yet it seemed

farther

Stellar distances

Bridged by a void

Of fear

Fear.

Rejection

Hate

Prejudice

Mistrust

Perceived inferiority

Tempered by

The presence of

A certain cynic.

That man puppets him

Like actors on a stage

In hate

He found solace

Pursue his desires

No more

Will he allow

Not anymore

Cut the strings.

Cynicism lingered

In her heart

A sharp obstacle

To his desire.

Courtesy of a certain cynic.

Additionally

The clique he polished

Valued

Cared for

Was rebuilt in a mere instant

Comparing to the extent

His efforts

Seemed in vain

Against the simple works

Like a magician

Flick

Hand

Produce gold

Instantly.

The circle was closing in.

He felt irrelevant.

The clique bond together

A castle not of sand

But of stone

Built on the efforts

Of a person

Other than him.

Slowly

The crown

No longer his

In a subtle display of defiance

The jester became king.