She

I met her on my first day there she did not attract my attention.
I talked to her first on my coocking lesson, she seemed boring.
I catched her eyes the first time I had lunch with her friend, she seemed unnimportant. I breathed her scent when I bumped on her in hellway, it seemd forgetable.

I liked her when she gave me a gift.
I had a crush on her when she sang.
I loved her when she drew me.

I invited her for dinner, I admited it was more than just a crush.
I saw her smile and my heart stopped, I decided I wanted that smile to be only mine.
I talked to her on class, she seemed the most interesting person in the world.

I saw her with another, I punched the wall until my hands bled.
I found out she broke with him, I bought her a coffe to celebrate.
She hugged me the last day and my hearth beat again only to stop when she took her arms from me.
I saw her in highschool, for the first time in ten years I prayed.

I feel little, love even less and trust never, why is she so different?Humans bore me, they seem useless, why is she so different?
My heart doesn't stop when I feel fear but it does when I see her tears, why is she so different?
I enjoy watching others cry, but her sadness breaks me, why is she so different?
I hate reading outloud, the day she got sick I read her a story, why is she so different?

I don't like flower, she gave me a dried rose that now stands on my desk.
I like destroying people's joys, I spent every waking moment making her smile.

I am cold as ice and a narcissist at heart, when she held my hand and cried thinking we were not to see each other again I hated myself for not being able to cry.
I wear all black and dislike colors, she asked me why and the next day I wore pink for the first time.
I find normalicy boring, she made me wish for once that I was like others.
I always had a way with words, I saw her blush and all tought left me.
I like solitude, she made me want company.

I never say I'm sorry for I never am, she seemed offended at my words and I bowed my head in sorry.I never told sweet words to anyone not even my mother, for her I write this love story.

Poor angel she is, always wanting a prince in blue to rescue her, why dear will you be alright if it was a knight in black who saved you?

I like night and shadows, she made me wish I walked the light.
The wings of my heart are bat like, for her I will cut them and force feather-y ones to grow.
My hair is messy, long and thik for her I cut just it looks more sweet.

I have nothing to offer, I cannot tell her I will guide her into the light but my shadows are thiker than demon's ones.
I can't tell you I will cry with you, my tears have dried already but I will kill any that brings salty water to your eyes.I am no angel, I will never be one but for you I will silence the evil that has kept company to my soul for so long.
I wish to lay waste to the world but if you asked I will make it flourish just to see your eyes shine.

Hope is not something I dare to have, it is crushed easily and fails quickly yet here I am ranting about someone who considers us as friends.
Is it wrong for the wolf to fall for the deer?
If I try to kill this bond, will it work? Will the maddening beat of my heart stop?

No use trying he states often but what choice do I have if you are not to know. Am I a coward? Perhaps I am and the biggest regret I will have is not telling you but that's all for the future, tomorrow we are eating together, I hope you like my new white dress.