A/N: Me? Poetry? WHAT THE HECKIE? Let's get this straight: I. Am. Not. A. Poetry. Person. I don't understand it, I can't read it, I can't pronounce it, I can't write it well. I wrote a smaller poem earlier as a prologue for a Dangerstyle VS Emmetstyle story I'm planning, and then wrote this one in some downtime. Hope someone likes it!
I never had a chance,
All I ever wanted was one dance.
You seemed so far,
We were a universe apart.
I called you Miss,
While I dreamed of a kiss.
I had never experienced the world,
And it was for the world you worked.
With hair of fuschia, teal and charcoal,
I had never felt my heart drum in my soul.
Then, as if you granted my wish,
You stole away my anguish.
You spoke to me,
And I could finally see.
You held my hand.
We walked through the sand.
We shared a home,
And my heart no longer had to roam.
A stranger stole you, and I couldn't help but panic.
I'm sorry, Lucy, but I'm a romantic.
I was lost, petrified, and alone.
Once again, I was on my own.
I thought of you every second,
You never came when I beckoned.
I saw you live without me.
Lucy, believe me, that made me happy.
I only ever wanted the best for you.
I changed, I grew.
You had told me it was what you sought.
I tried to do what you had taught.
Nothing made me happy.
Without you, I turned cold, bitter, and snappy.
I had to see you one more time.
Was that a crime?
My heart ached, my soul broke,
My stomach turned as we neared, and I began to choke.
Finally, you descended from space,
Hair of neon curled around your face.
I had not cried in years,
And in one look, you moved me to tears.
I rose up, and for the first time, I saw you.
Lying was the only thing I could do.
My name is Rex Dangervest, I said.
It was all I could do to not hit myself over the head
You saved the day, and my worst fears came true.
I was the opposite of you, your enemy, hurting you.
You stopped my plans,
And caught me in a trance.
You glared at me.
Again, I had to kiss away the idea of 'we'
I faded away, but Lucy, believe me, it never meant a thing.
Because, before I vanished, you smiled.
I never forgot that smile as I was exiled.
Finn saw no use for me, and dropped me into The Bin of Stor-Age.
I had no horrors left to dodge.
But Lucy, believe me when I say, I love you.
It figures I had to lose you, you were too good to be true.
Be happy, Lucy. Be happy with him.
I hold no anger, though my future is grim.
Though I never made you my wife,
I hope you have a perfect life.
Believe me, Lucy.
I love you.