He was more than they could have wished for
Before...
The spectacle in
his spectacles
Eyes to the power
of square
Reclusively brilliant
Maladroit yet
Inspired and wired
To
Love.
Teen squad of
beefy
brawn,
Target for an
injured fawn,
To Push and moosh
Muddied pales of pain
Across his way
And
Into grey...
He MINDED
He MATTERED
Misunderstood by a
hood of
Vacant wood ....
She was more than
they could have wished for
Softly buttered
Gently uttered
Love...
Weird gears
and ready tears
Understated supple
clay
With which to play
Effortlessly
dented
A heart rented
For hate ...
Now
She MINDED
AND MATTERED
As they battered
Pain on greedy
forked
tongues
Malevolent ill
in
Crammed lungs
With tusks to taunt
Their Odium sport ....
trolling and rolling
in the mire of
indifference.
Tyrants through
glass walls
spread
their dark sprawls
Of tall towered
And powered
Opression
Regression
From life
Bullies
Rife
He joined them
She wouldn't
It was less than he could have hoped for
It was less than she could have hoped for
Expect
LOVE
Negate
Hate
Resurrect
RESPECT...
Wish well xx
