Danna

I have spent days
Trying to write this stupid thing
But I'm still so amazed
At how quickly my words stop rhyming

I pondered that as I wrote this piece:
Is my poetry nothing but dull rhymes?
And if my writing was to cease
Would I only be remembered for those stupid chimes?

I wanted to write a poem to you.
But now that I've seen how worthless my poetry really is,
I know that I can't present this to you
Because you deserve better than my writings, devoid of bliss...

And so, I will write you a tale,
A sinister write!
Of a guy who tried and failed,
To save you from your plight...

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There was once a guy named William. He spent a large portion of his life in a dark pit of sulking, wishing that he could understand that thing which people seemed to treat so reverently - love.

He didn't really understand this thing, love. He had never felt it. He didn't understand why it made people so happy. But one fateful day, that all changed...

He met a girl named Danna. At first, she seemed like an ordinary girl. They became friends... but distant ones, at best. They didn't talk much.

There was this weird feeling he kept getting - like he wanted to not be distant friends. Like it hurt him just to think about the two of them being nothing but acquaintances who rarely spoke.

This feeling - he had never felt it before. It made him feel like he was dying, simply because he barely knew her. Was this that "love" thing people talked about? He thought it might have been.

As time passed, he realized it was. He did everything he could to try to become close friends with her - he needed to. More than anything.

He slowly came to the conclusion that this was more than just him liking her. He was in love. Madly in love with this girl, Danna. But he couldn't tell her that.

Throughout the next few months, time passed as usual. He tried to become very close to her, in the most subtle ways that he could. One example of this was sitting with her in every class. While this was certainly not extremely subtle, it was all he could do. He wanted to tell her so badly... but he just couldn't.

One day, everything changed. In literally the stupidest way that was physically possible. It wasn't romantic, it wasn't dramatic, but hey, that's just how he is.

In short, Danna had not worn makeup that day. She kept talking about how she didn't think she looked as good without it, and he told her that she looked perfectly fine without it. She asked what made him think that.

He could have simply said something that would have allowed the conversation to carry on like normal, like, "I personally don't like how makeup looks" or something.
But for a moment - just a moment, but enough to make a risky decision, he felt a surge of love pass through every fiber of his being. The adrenaline was everywhere. All he could think was Danna. Danna. I. Love. Danna.

And then he said them. The words that would change his life forever. He told her, in short, that he loved her. Her reaction was a good one, but not quite the one he had hoped for, if you understand what I'm saying. She told him it was sweet, but the undertone was, "thanks, but no."

That was August 27th, 2012. Today, the day I'm writing this, is June 16th, 2013. I will be posting this on June 27th, 2013. Give yourself a pat on the back if you connected the dots between the fact that I will be posting it on the 27th, that my last two poems were both on May 27th, and that I told her I loved her for the first time on August 27th.

I won't go into what happened between August 27th and today - let's just say it involves lots of cutting, two suicide attempts, counseling that didn't work, but me pretending that it did so that I got out of it, and me opening up this account.

There. Now you know my story. At least, the most important parts. Take what you will from it. Rate it what you want. I don't mind you rating it a 1. This was probably boring and stupid anyway. But just in case this was eye-opening, that you did enjoy it, I recommend trying it yourself. Just sit down and write. Not your life story, but the story of you. The things that matter to you, that make you who you are, that make you the poet that came to this site and started posting. You might know more about me than you should now, but don't take that to heart. You can reveal as little or as much as you like. My challenge to each of you who has made it this far is to do exactly what I am doing. If you do so, please message me. I suppose that about wraps it up. Thank you for your time, friends, PnQ family.

-Vermilion