This is the start of a little corner of angsty poems and possibly some ficlets. Of course, if nobody likes/reads/reviews these poems, it will not be continued. Hope you enjoy this first installment!
Banana Rum :: Kiyomi
Disclaimer: I do not own ANY Inuyasha characters or anything else in Inuyasha.
You Bastard
You bastard.
You left me all alone for her.
You cast away those summer days,
Those moonlit walks while hand in hand.
I loved you so, and you said you loved me,
but in the end, you loved her.
You bastard.
At first I watched and cast away,
those little words and teases of nothing,
But they grew and grew,
so large and blossoming that you
Began to love her.
You bastard.
How did you do it?
Knowing so that I loved you,
Your breath, your hair, your loving words,
You now gave them to her.
You bastard.
How dedicated I was to you
That I ignored the blatant truth
and pretended you loved me.
I wrote letters of lust, foolish poems
and sonnets of love.
I whispered affectionate utterances in your ear,
All of which you dismissed.
I have again tried for your love,
But you not for mine.
You bastard.
We grew farther and farther apart,
More arguments, more crying and bellowing,
but most importantly,
There was less love.
Soon you left to see her each day,
and left me alone
to sob in my own dark corner of isolation.
You bastard.
And then that horrid day,
You strode up the stone pathway,
with papers in hand.
You had signed them.
Weeping, I did so too,
and you took everything,
The house, money, car,
And our love.
You traitor.
You loved her and left me,
Which is why I sit here today,
In a tenebrous alleyway,
all dirty, dingy, and deprived from
Human affection.
I sit here today,
with a bawling child underfoot,
and another to come,
and try to think one last happy thought.
But I find none.
See what you have left me with?
You bastard.
Author's Note: Hmm, something different huh? I hope this somewhat illustrates some hardships of life. Kagome's mom probably didn't go through this, (this is my own interpretation afterall) but you notice how she doesn't talk about her husband very much? So, I decided to make my own reason. Yesiree. Okey-dokey, please review, bash, flame, whatever you want, but I need your feed-back if I'm going to continue these poems and ficlets!!!!
