A/n: okay so this chapter was inspired by Shane Koyczans' poem Tomatoes, I just listened to it and it's so good, I have been a fan of Shane for a while and decided to make a chapter from one of his poems, and thought this one was fitting for Feliciano, so yeah all of the poem belongs to Shane koyczan I own nothing here fyi, though I am gonna change some pronouns :). Enjoy.
Let's start.
M/n was standing in the darkened auditorium, the lights were set low, he took a deep breath. Microphone in his right hand, he stepped forward, he was looking down and as the musicians started getting ready he looked back at them, he was ready for this, he told himself, he was sure.
"Alright guys, I know that you've all been sitting for a while but never fear, I have one poem left then we're all free, haha, alright, yeah. Sigh yeah anyway let's start."
He let out a deep sigh and stood still as the lights dimmed down and turned off slowly. A slightly bright spotlight shone down on him and he took a minute untill he started the poem.
"People always ask me:
“How do you memorize all of that?”
And the truth is the first guy I ever kissed, tasted like tomatoes.
And I know this, because the second guy I ever kissed tasted like pepper.
It wasn’t unpleasant.
It’s just that I was expecting tomatoes.
When I was a kid I was fascinated by space
And I learnt that time slows near a black hole.
Inside a black hole time stops altogether.
Whether or not this theory will ever be proved,
I’m moved to believe this would be the perfect place to love someone.
In grade 4 my gym teacher gave me the nick name half-ton.
It was a name that stuck.
I remember it, because it was the first I ever told someone:
“go fuck yourself!” and meant it.
He quit calling me the name after he called my house
Trying to get me in trouble for what I’d said,
To which my grandmother replied:
“Mr. Shithead, I told him to say it.”
I remember my grandfather’s blue tool kit,
Where he hid a secret stash of raisins.
I recall thinking: “My granddad has the worst taste in candy.”
But he did teach me how to tie a tie.
My first opportunity to apply this knowledge was my first date,
A seventh grade class mate, who showed up wearing acid washed jeans and a Def Leppard t-shirt.
I wore a suit and tie.
When he asked why I was all dressed up,
I told him: “My other clothes smell funny.”
I am not saying it ended badly,
But he wound up leaving me for another boy,
who could make farting noises with his arm-pit.
I’m forced to admit - he was pretty cool.
My fourth grade teacher had a rule about speaking out of turn.
Failure to learn and practise this lesson would result in having to sit outside.
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