A/N: Poetry does not come easily to me. I have another poem I've been trying to write for this collection, but it's not working out so well. But then this came to mind a minute ago and here I am, writing it up.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
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There is tension, so much tension.
He is holding his breath,
Like a songbird suffocating.
She is screaming, yelling, angrily blinking and brushing away tears.
There is a flash of red, a quick exchange of verbal blows,
Something snaps, like a twig crushed by a foot.
They are running out of patience, out of love, out of time.
He turns away, flicking off the kitchen lights.
She storms out the door, her angry stomps echoing down the hall.
They're through.
The pages of their story seem numbered.
Hours turn to days,
Days become months,
There is only silence between them.
She has put up her walls, armed herself with wits, and waits like a knight at the threshold of her castle.
His walls are composed of stubbornness and pride and he is armed with a sharp tongue, a dagger poised to kill.
He too waits.
There is tension, so much tension.
She sees him one day and hides.
She watches him,
She wants him.
He notices her, but carries about his business as if nothing's wrong.
But he watches her,
He wants her.
There is only silence between them.
They need only to fill that soundless void with their voices, but they wait.
The pages of their story begin to flutter and flip,
Like the dancing flame of a candle in the wind.
He picks up the phone that night,
He takes a step.
She doesn't answer.
She isn't home.
Something burns in his gut.
He wants to run.
She's hesitating to ring the bell when his door is thrust open.
Their eyes connect,
Something snaps,
She reaches, he takes,
There is passion.
Seconds turn to minutes,
Minutes turn to hours,
Hours turn to days,
Days turn to years,
And in the end, when they lie side by side beneath the earth, waiting,
There is only silence between them.
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A/N: And that concludes my first attempt at poetry. I think it's okay, but if you have anything to criticize, lay it on me, I can take it.
So as for an explanation as to what the hell is actually going on in the poem, it stems from a lack of communication (the whole "silence" thing). In my NejiTen stories, the two have a special connection: they don't need words to understand each other. But my idea was what if it's that silence that starts to destroy their relationship? What if that silence starts to be filled with doubt and dark thoughts? So this is my take on that.
Thank you for reading and please review!
~M.I.