What I call her.
What I think of her.
"Stupid!"
That's what I call her.
Because it's better than crazy.
"Ugly!"
I spit it out.
Because that's what I should think.
"Weak!"
I stammer, scoff.
Because she can incapacitate me with a glare.
"Coward!"
I curse, pray.
Because I get scared shitless when she's being brave.
"Bitch!"
That's what I call her.
Because I wish she was—mine.
Brave.
That's what I think of her.
Because she admits how much she cares.
Strong.
I know it.
Because she carries all our burdens without a flinch.
Stunning.
I whisper, awed, to myself...
Because goddamn it, I just can't stop myself sometimes.
Brilliant.
I'll admit.
Because she understands me better than I ever could.
Kagome.
That's what I think of her.
Because nothing else could ever say it all.
A/N: Just a little something I wrote a while back. December, I think it was. When I was half-insane from college essays. *Sigh*. Applying to 11 schools when each has at least one essay is not generally the best of ideas…anyway…I really like making up my own forms for poetry. Especially when they're super, super rigid. It's so delightful to come up with that scaffolding and then just add and alter where needed, free to find the best word without worrying about fitting the parameters you've half-forgotten already. I highly recommend it.
Oh, and, this is more poetry using Inuyasha's voice. I really like the way he talks, if you couldn't already tell…or, should I say, the way he thinks.