Disclaimer: -sniffsniff- I wish that I could own Gaara. I'll pay money for him… -is forced to be happy only owning a Gaara plushie-
Author's Notes: Number nine in the 'Air/Gaara Series'.
Pairing: Gaara/Airia (OC)
Note: The poem is in freestyle, and doesn't rhyme. Once again, it's Airia's POV. –sigh-
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Solution
If there is a better solution…
Find it
It seems that
I now must take matters into my own hands
Gaara
Why did you push me this far?
I must
Leave
In order to show you
That you need me
I slowly traveled
Down the path
Hardly noticing everything
Through my tears
The sand stretched on
Almost forever
My head hurts
I feel sick
I really
Really don't want to do this
Ahead of me
I saw a figure
A figure
Just standing there
As if the person
Was waiting for me
And that person
Was
It was you
Gaara
Why do you
Block my path?
"Where do you think
You are going?"
You asked me
Eyes unreadable
"I am leaving
this place."
You stepped closer
Almost threateningly
I did not move
You wouldn't hurt me
"I did not say
that you could leave."
Reaching out
You hand grabbed mine
"I will not
let you leave."
A rough kiss
Was pressed against my lips
I stood
Frozen
You had never
Done that before
You have never
Shown any signs of affection
Any signs of
Returning my feelings
Returning my
Love
Gaara
What made you do that?
Was my solution
A success?