I like the rain

by werty12

There's a boy out there, who also likes the rain. He doesn't talk a lot, and doesn't seem to like me very much. But that's okay, I'm used to it. Poem.

5. 5

Cold.

that was the only way to describe

those frightening orbs that stared right trough me as I walked by.

and not their usual cold.

the kind that sent shivers down my spine.

Lifeless.

and he just walked by

as if he never knew me

and everything we shared was absolutelynothing

n o t h i n g

all from that one stare

i knew everything had changed.

.

i have no idea what happened over the summer

( perhaps the nargles had gotten to him, too. but this seemed much more severe)

and i might never know,

but when i talked to him in the library when

nobody else was around

he still only stared and said, quite simply

'i don't know what you're talking about,

you stupid girl girl, i've never talked to you in my life.

get away from me'

That seemed to echo

echo

echo

echo

through my brain

get away from me

get away from me

get away from me

.

i blinked

surely it had been a dream

(though i knew in my heart it wasn't)

my draco would never leave me

he was just misunderstood,

he was not as

heartless

or

as evil

as people had said.

i had seen the small light in his silver eyes

that nobody had.

and now that light was gone

vamoose

and he pushed me away

perhaps the only person who understood him

but the light was now cold

the real cold.

and i feared the light may never shine through again

.