Little Pickachu

pika pika

I guess the little Pickachu 
Is all that I have left of you 
I'll hold it tight
Close to my heart 
and Remember all the times we had. 

Drinking grape Smirnoff 
In the woods 
out behind BCC.

All the times at your house
falling asleep together
curled up in your room. 

On the way home
from college
Using you as a pillow
knowing I was safe. 

My fallen angel 
has been set free
The way it was meant to be.

But This little Pickachu 
that is sitting here in my room. 
Did you know I slept with him 
Every single night?

I guess I'll just have to hold him 
Just a little bit closer from now on.

Author's Note

a friend of mine gave me a stuffed pickachu for valentines day two years ago because He knew I loved Pickachu and well he loved me. IF you read my poem MY FALLEN ANGEL This poem will make more sense... In a way