A/N: A quick Zell poem because he loves hotdogs, and we like exaggerated over-the-top scenarios.
RIP
Dear Squall,
I regret to inform you,
that we can no longer be friends,
You said you did not mean it,
But, there is no way to mend
A relation built on support,
Respect and genuine trust,
When you're at fault for something,
I sincerely love, not lust.
You claim you didn't see me,
Attempt to retrieve by hand,
But you're a SeeD goddamnit!
That's what I don't understand.
I know Rinoa did push you,
She will receive the same fate,
I cannot even look at her,
When my heart bursts with such hate.
This letter I end here now,
For my fingers burn and itch,
You stepped on my hotdog,
You bloody, son-of-a-
Yours Angrily,
Zell