Rukkie Is Good Poem by Carlos Gutierrez

If I were to jog down this unicorn,
And rotate this sheet,
And then eat the essence of no words
I would end up at Rukkie's door.

Rukkie who is the creator of me,
Rukkie,
Such a mesmerizing thing...

I ask for Rukkie's forgiveness,
Without rest nor hesitation.

I plead Rukkie to think of me,
For I long to linger in this precious mind of Rukkie.

Rukkie may not be very intimidating,
But Rukkie is not to be underestimated.

I cry...
I cry at Rukkie's image.
I sob...
I despise something I should love...
But I love something I should despise...
Rukkie has always been a contradicting person.
But I'm not Rukkie, so I could not say...

Rukkie plays on the summer breeze.
Rays shine upon Rukkie and I just watch with enthusiasm.
I know Rukkie likes to play catch, and hide and seek, and pepper mint claps.
I can only be flabbergasted at the beauty;
The complexity of the games,
It's... adequate for Rukkie.

I believe Rukkie is good.
I adore Rukkie as I could not adore a single object in this mantle of blank.

I feel something for Rukkie,
It's neither affection nor hatred...
I love Rukkie,
Yet, I deny Rukkie every change I get.

And in some other morbid ways,
I adolize what Rukkie represents

A maniac and a clown,
But Rukkie is also a lawyer and a thinker,
And has also majored in blasphemy.
And while Rukkie is my twin and at the same time a stranger to me.
I still believe that Rukkie is good.