A/N: Stupid poems I wrote when I couldn't sleep. Obviously, written by Jesse as an 'Ode to Suze', even though he would never call her Suze.
Takes Place: After Suze went after some ghost that Jesse told her was too dangerous, and he ended up rescuing her. It doesn't matter which one. You pick. There are plenty.
I told you not to do it.
I told you not to go.
But did you listen? No,
You'd rather hear 'I told you so'.
When you do this,
Why do I help?
You make a mistake,
And I correct it.
Then I find myself asking,
'Why do I bother?'
Then I find myself answering,
'Your hair, your smile, your lips, your heart.
I bother to earn your heart, your love.
I bother to earn you.
A/N: Wasn't that nice and confusing. Just hit the review button, even if all you type is 'Icka-bicka-boo'.