Those days

younger days

when you and I would play

skip amongst flowers

speak of such dreams that may

lead us to a future

we both could exist in.

Days, memories

joyous flakes of snow that no longer remain,

there was always trauma, a drama that seemed

as little as us at time but swelled, splurted rooting

vines deep in to the soil of my mind. Games,

competition, intuitions that I thought were mine

but were stolen with the ease of the shade

tearing away a flowers light.

Stop!

I would plead in to the emptiness

to get an unchanged return

a smile elated from your lips

each game ending the same

each lose as memorable

unforgettable

till a flower of rage

blossomed and I

could no longer see past its' radiant petals

that quivered in the eclipsed

Now that we have aged

and I for one have definitely changed

to predator from prey I look down upon you

that smile I would finally wipe from those lips

...but you unchanged unaffected by the altercations

of the game.

my game that I forced you to play

I did everything to make you relate to the pain I felt

you to look at me with that same word

but no even now I look at you offering your hand

with not an ounce of detest

Stop!

stop standing up for me

when I shunned you

stop, forcing me to learn from my errors

and grow stronger with out you

stop, and let me stay down

stop making me pick myself back up

Stop

stop

Stop doing this

and let me win!!!

Let me hate you

like I wanted you to hate me.





© Toby Fox

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A beautiful poem written myThere can never be too much tribute for Asriel.Asriel Dreemurr