I got a couple reviews for my last "happy-ending" poem, so I wrote another
one. I have also been told that my poems are good but too short. In light
of this, this is my longest poem yet. I have no ability to write completely
happy poems, so this one starts out sad and goes up from there. Shonen-ai.
Rated for violence near the beginning. No like/no read. Please r&r. Flames
will be used to power Kuro's flame-thrower and make s'mores(Kuro is the
name of my yami). I need ideas!!!! By the way, I'm not posting again until
I have a total of 5 more reviews on my poems. Early Barentende ometado
people! Hope you like it, here it is:
Fingers of ice grip my heart, numbness spreads up my legs in waves. Pain like fire burns my legs.
It's all my fault, of course. If I hadn't tried to run, if I had stayed to take my "punishment"
But I'm not supposed to do that, am I? Strong people don't second guess their decisions, or so you say.
Another punch, another stab of pain. I stammer an apology, a desperate attempt to end the suffering. You just sneer and punch me again.
I fall and roll into a ball. I hear you mutter, "Pathetic", before you leave.
I sigh in relief and crawl to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, once I'm sure you've left.
I open the door and find myself face to face with you. You seem as shocked as I am, and, for a moment, we are a mirror's reflection of each other.
I try to back out as you step closer to me, but I stumble and fall. Frightened, I look up at you and see..concern? Then, I notice, your eyes are red, your face is wet. You've been crying?
You help me to my bed and tell me to stay there. In shock, I stay where you left me. I worry, can this be one of your tricks?
You come back and wash out my cuts. The very cuts you made. You try to soothe the pain you tried to cause a moment ago. As if in a dream, I ask why you are doing this for me.
You look at me briefly before saying," Ashiteru, Ryou". What? I look at you in disbelief. Did I just hear what I thought I heard? Hopefully I reply," Ashiteru-mo, Bakura".
You look into my eyes, and I'm sure now. You really mean it. The look in your eyes couldn't be faked. Carefully, your arms encircle me in a gentle embrace.
You whisper softly into my ear about how much better everything will be now, but that doesn't matter anymore, all I need now is you.
Fingers of ice grip my heart, numbness spreads up my legs in waves. Pain like fire burns my legs.
It's all my fault, of course. If I hadn't tried to run, if I had stayed to take my "punishment"
But I'm not supposed to do that, am I? Strong people don't second guess their decisions, or so you say.
Another punch, another stab of pain. I stammer an apology, a desperate attempt to end the suffering. You just sneer and punch me again.
I fall and roll into a ball. I hear you mutter, "Pathetic", before you leave.
I sigh in relief and crawl to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, once I'm sure you've left.
I open the door and find myself face to face with you. You seem as shocked as I am, and, for a moment, we are a mirror's reflection of each other.
I try to back out as you step closer to me, but I stumble and fall. Frightened, I look up at you and see..concern? Then, I notice, your eyes are red, your face is wet. You've been crying?
You help me to my bed and tell me to stay there. In shock, I stay where you left me. I worry, can this be one of your tricks?
You come back and wash out my cuts. The very cuts you made. You try to soothe the pain you tried to cause a moment ago. As if in a dream, I ask why you are doing this for me.
You look at me briefly before saying," Ashiteru, Ryou". What? I look at you in disbelief. Did I just hear what I thought I heard? Hopefully I reply," Ashiteru-mo, Bakura".
You look into my eyes, and I'm sure now. You really mean it. The look in your eyes couldn't be faked. Carefully, your arms encircle me in a gentle embrace.
You whisper softly into my ear about how much better everything will be now, but that doesn't matter anymore, all I need now is you.