How do I start? ...
May be with the part where how we started?
But wasn't it a not-so romantic story, was it? For after all, your first message was a sorry not a typical hi. A minute before that, you teased me to tears, as you watched me frown over negative comments. I imagine you laughed at me while I was trying so hard to hold my tears, I imagine you purposely did it out of your dear boredom, I imagine you smirking on your screen as you watched me wept, Yet my dear, I know you never had the intention to cause me distress, For now that I know you, I just know...
I always replied at 2, because that's when my monster slept, And you were always either in game or listening to your music. A late reply from you never really bothered me, For I didn't know you, and you didn't know me.
Afterall, you were just a basher from my screen.
We were never really friends, just acquaintances, We were strangers, unknown to one another.
You asked me to stay anonymous, and so I did, You didn't want to be known, because you told me you were weird.
And I replied, "We all are."
You didn't even know my real identity, until I unveiled it to you, You didn't even know my real name, until I told you so...
after you asked for it... Yes you asked for it. You asked for my real name...
It was the first hint showing you wanted to know me.
It was the first move showing you took a liking of me.
And I welcomed you to my weirdness... I welcomed you to my monsters... I welcomed you to my insanity... I welcomed you to my world...
and then-
I fell.
Deep and hard- I fell.
I fell.
For the weirdo on the screen- I fell.
I fell.
I fell in love.
YOU ARE READING
Fairytale on the Screen
PoetryCollection of poetry for the loml- Marc Nazarene Vicente