A/N: I am sooooo bored……. I wanna write poetry. So I'm gonna!
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Do you know how it feels?
To love someone who isn't real?
To want to talk to someone you never can?
But of course you don't.
You're not real.
But you somehow are.
How could someone like you not exist?
Be born in someone's mind?
But never here?!
How can you put my soul through the torment of never being able to hold you?
To talk to you?
To tell you all these emotions?
How can you do this, and not even know?
And not even exist?
Do you even know how many?
How many girls have suffered like me?
Suffered in know that they will never have you?
Because you do not exist?
But at the same time it comforts me.
Never have to worry about being beautiful
Or acting girly.
Just to please someone.
But still I wish you were real.
If you were real would you love me back?
Please love me back…..
Please…..
…..Goten…….
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A/n: note to self: get a life… ^_^