11-18

Hello,

Was wondering what to do with this poem, couldn't make it longer or change it, because the muse and the feelings disappeared... Anyway, another attempt at poetry.

~~~X~~~

It still creeps onto your face.

Not happiness, not serenity, that's not the case.

And how I wish I could change that expression,

Make you smile to me like that reflection..

The one I saw and the one I miss,

So I beg you, don't stare off into the abyss,

Don't let it swallow you and fight it back.

You know I've been faking the same, though I lack

The truth and the hurt, I'm just a faker,

Even though I still sit by you later.

Please, Ritsuka, smile to me like before.

Or would it be to selfish of me to wish for?

This everlasting silence is killing

Again, and again. The weary clock's ticking.

And I want to speak to you today,

But am unable, as my voice is ripped away

I'm scared and unsure

And watch you stare at me more.

I lay my aching head on the side of your bed,

That's the only thing that I'm capable of yet.