Once upon a time
There was a girlShe had dull brown locks
But bright violet eyesShe was always outside
Playing her imaginary gamesEveryone thought she was weird
Nobody tried to befriend her
And then one day there was a boy
Who decided to place a cruel betSo he became her friend
And then something moreShe opened up and talked about
All her imaginary friends
He listened attentively
Until he realised she was seriousWhen she finally uttered
The three cruelest words
Ever to be said by anyoneHe left her. And won the bet.
So she went back to her imaginary friends
And played her imaginary games
And when the boy came to taunt her
She tricked and trapped himAnd the boy grew quiet
And he grew terrified
For standing, hovering and flying around him
Were the very creatures he had laughed atSo he begged the girl
But when he broke her heart
He had broken all of itSo instead she stared at him
One second
Two seconds
Three seconds —And felt nothing.
So she smiled at him
Cruel eyes glittering
The cruel eyes he made
And his own grew wideAnd then she nodded her head. Once.
And those 'imaginary' creatures
That nobody believed,
Besides her,
Pounced.
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PoetryJust me rambling. Some of it really doesn't make sense. Whatever. Poetry? Eh.