Our Marmalade girl is deceptively kind.
Sweet on the outside, but tart at the rind.
Witty and caustic, she could never deny,
The sentiments in her that gnaw at her mind.
No person is cherished, her heart is her own.
The most comfort she feels is when she's alone.
When someone wants closeness, she'll force them away,
Affinity's no game she's ever bothered to play.
She's always hidden her feelings from those that are near,
She doesn't want pain and that, in turn, breeds fear.
Bitter words she'll hold on to, they're her darlings to treasure.
They betray weakness in others, which brings her much pleasure.
What has hardened her mind and made her so cold?
Just when was it that her heart started to mold?
Despite happy appearances, she has started to fade,
I doubt now that anyone could reach our crushed, Marmalade.
Unknown "Saso" Ferocious - 16 years, 10 months, 13 days ago

Everything you do seems made to tease me;
All your little comments shape our game.
I listen to the words put forth to best me;
Flattered that, with me you choose to play.
How could I ever clarify my feelings?...
Not disgust or lust but strangely something more.
I cannot say I have ever cared what love is;
I only know that without you I'd be bored.
I hope that we can play like this forever;
The thought of stopping seems like such a shame.
I've seen that we can caress away our ire;
I like that we can revel through our pain.
The game we play is yours and mine, eternal;
No one else could ever keep me so tuned in.
I will battle against your strategies with ardor;
I'm so immersed that I don't even care who wins.
Unknown "Saso" Ferocious - 16 years, 10 months, 13 days ago