There's always that person who annoys you like hell,
But never did you realize that he is the only one who treated you well
And that's the kind of friendship you'd want to pursue,
But you were an idiot, because you never knew.
You gave him forced smiles and reluctant handshakes
You declined him all those times he offered to buy you milkshakes
And every time he caught your eye and waved at you,
You looked away, taking a certain interest to the sign that says ‘La Rue 32'
Yet, you tell him of songs and movies and chess rooks,
And Marvel and cubes and that book from the library you took.
And he, he would patiently stand there and listen as you,
Babbled all day about the beauty of dew
You often are quite harsh and emo and frail,
And look down on yourself in every single trail.
Plus, no one had ever did stood up for your image,
Maybe that's what made you so impeccably caged.
But he was the first to defend your reputation,
And were you shocked when you heard his exclamation!
'It's okay', never ever all this time did he tell you.
He just snapped back at the person who hurt you.
He smiled at the traits everyone hated about you,
He never complained, just continuously teased you.
He would give you that smirk when you say the unexpected.
And a small fraction of you knows he ought to be respected,
All those times, he'd never left your side.
But you looked at him only when things were messed beside.
You had accepted that life was black and white,
But he was there to help you see it in red sparks and abstract light.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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