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The poem in this belongs to my ex and it's called "Bonds" (no copy write infringement is intended with the use of that poem). The second poem is mine and it is called "Leaving"
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"What did I miss?" Oz asked quietly from the doorway to Dawn's room. He had been downstairs but heard Dawn screaming and came to see what the matter was.
Anya gently extracted herself from the group hug on the bed and walked over to Oz. Whispering, she said, "Dawn saw me come out of Xander's room this morning. I thought that she would be happy that Xander and me are going to give this another shot. But then she started screaming and swearing at us before she just collapsed on the floor. I think she thinks that one of us will die if we do get back together. It's what happened when Tara died, her and Willow had just gotten back together, and Dawn is the one that found Tara's body.."
Oz's eyes went wide with sympathy for the younger Summers, "She found Tara's body?"
"Yes." Anya said, her own eyes filling with tears, "She found Tara and stayed with her until Buffy and Xander got home a couple of hours later. Apparently, it was pretty traumatic for her. I don't think she dealt with it, just locked it inside herself."
"Man, that's rough.." Oz stated, "But you guys are all going to be late for work and Dawn doesn't need to go to school today. I can watch her while you all are gone."
Anya nodded and caught Buffy's attention. Buffy got off the bed and joined them in the doorway, "Oz has offered to watch Dawn. He doesn't think she needs to go to school today and, frankly, neither do I. She should stay at home and get some sleep and stuff."
Reluctantly, Buffy nodded, "I hate to have her miss a day the first week of school but she needs to be at home. I wish I could stay here but I can't. I have to go to work or we won't make the bills this month." She sighed and said, "I don't know how responsive she will be to you, Oz. Just remember that she has been through a lot lately and..." Buffy trailed off, realizing how inadequate that sounded. Gently, she gripped Oz's hand and said quietly, "Thank you, Oz."
A little bit later on, Dawn was sleeping in her bed and the others were leaving for work. Xander paused on his way out the door and looked at Oz, "Take care of her, man. Mine and Buffy's work number are on the fridge. Call if you need anything."
"Will do." Oz, as usual, was using phrases instead of sentences, "I will take care of Dawn."
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Oz sat on the couch, flipping from MTV to VH-1 and back again. "Do neither one of these damn music channels play, oh I don't know, music." He muttered angrily before dropping the remote in disgust.
"No they don't." Dawn said as she entered the room, "All they play are those stupid reality shows that aren't very realistic. I mean, nobody ever dies," her voice cracked as she said the word but she ignored it and pressed on, "on those silly shows. It's why I hate Survivor as well. I mean, it's totally retarded to believe that these people are really in danger."
"They are in danger." Oz said. When she looked at him with a very skeptical gaze, he shrugged and explained, "They are in danger of making themselves look like morons on national television. Some would consider that a fate worse than death, you know."
Dawn looked at him as if he had grown an extra head right before her eyes. Just when he was really starting to wonder, she cracked up laughing. Relieved, he smirked slightly, "Here, you can have the remote. I'm gonna get something to eat, you want something?"
Catching the remote that he tossed her, she turned it on to Passions, Spike's favorite soap opera without really noticing that she had done so. "Turkey sammich would be nice." She said, losing herself in the television.
"Sure." Oz said and walked into the kitchen. Soon he came out, bearing two sandwiches and two cokes, "Here you go." Joining her on the couch, they ate in companionable silence until Oz noticed what she was watching, "You complain about Survivor and yet you watch soap operas?"
Dawn flushed a little under the gently derision, "Yeah, well," she said defensively, "I used to watch it all the time with Spike. It's his fault that I like this stupid show."
Understanding flashed across his eyes, gone in an instant. Reaching over, he gently touched her shoulder, "It's ok to miss Spike."
"Buffy and Xander don't think so." Dawn said bitterly.
Oz sighed and gathered his thoughts, "They each had a different relationship with Spike than the one that you had with him. Buffy and Xander do miss Spike, though they will never ever tell you that. It's just that, for Buffy, she was very hurt when he slept with Anya and then left Sunnydale without saying a word, especially after he promised not to. Xander misses Spike because of what he did for Buffy, even though Xander did not know it was going on at the time. The both of them are mad at Spike and you are hurt. You miss Spike because the two of you are friends and he hurt you when he left. Too much to make you angry, it just makes you sad." He paused to see if she was absorbing all of what he was saying, "I miss Willow. I miss her for a million reasons that I won't get into with you but the main one is because for ever she is my best friend."
Dawn was trembling at his words and she said, "Spike is my best friend too. He and I could sit for hours, doing nothing. We didn't need to talk to one another. I, um, wrote a poem about it. Would you like to read it?" She asked hesitantly. When he nodded, she ran upstairs to get the poem. Coming down, she handed it to him...
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Few and Far between,
There are people that I meet.
Who are different then most.
Something unspoken lingers in the air.
Minutes of silence, seems like hours together.
Hours like months, an eternity spent with them.
All of this, just in the moments of silence.
A bond of friendship, undefined by words.
Depths of unknown trust, formed on a whim.
Yet, looking back now... I can still count the ones,
On the fingers of just one hand.
I can still recall their faces, ever etched in my mind.
Although the knife wounds still seem fresh.
The sharp piercing pain, above the kidney, near the spine.
Fear, Hatred, Shame, Loss, all mixed with tears and mud.
Things said that echo through each night, forever in regret.
Alone at night, cold and dark.
Thinking if I just had their number,
Uncertain of what to say, cherishing the times,
When nothing had to be said.
Unable to forget the moment of breaking.
Things that should of never been said.
Having to forgive, the true test of the bond.
Forever in my thoughts, you'll be forgiven.
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Finding his voice after reading it, Oz said "This is gorgeous. Can I make this into a song?"
"Really?" Dawn asked, excitement lighting her face, "I mean, you really like it and stuff? And you want to make a song out of it? That is like so cool!"
Oz reread it silently, "Yeah, I mean there is something in here for everyone and I really love the way that you ended it. Do you have any more?"
Dawn ran upstairs and got her other poem that she never showed anyone. Coming downstairs, she handed it to Oz and waited for him to read it.
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Today everything fell apart
Slipped through my fingers to shatter
on the floor. I lay here crying.
I lay here dying.
Please don't look at me now, not like this.
with hate in your eyes and all the lies
shining brightly, sealed with a kiss.
Get out of my head, out of my heart.
Leave me standing here in the rain
I don't want to live without you.
You don't want to feel this pain.
You don't want to care.
So you left me, under an empty sky.
Now get the hell out of my heart.
I tried so hard to be what you wanted me to be.
But you left without even saying goodbye.
I guess I can get through this.
I guess that I can face it alone.
Not what I would have chosen
with a heart now frozen.
Forever, I will live with this hole
that you used to fill.
The memories I cannot shake
for the love I cannot hate.
Leave me standing here in the rain
I don't want to live without you.
You don't want to feel this pain
You don't want to care.
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Oz finished reading it, tears in his own eyes, and asked, "Can I hire you as my lyricist?"
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