[He would actually blush at that comment if being partially reptilian didn't rob him of such a feat.]

It's just...scribbles. I wrote 'em down without thinking at all.

[That's sort of a lie. He did try, a little, because he spends a pretty decent amount of time writing in his diary. He's still caught off-guard by the compliment when Monika decides to hug him. He lifts his arms in surprise and doesn't touch her in return. At least now he's even more sure that she doesn't want to kill him, but geez.]

The poem isn't...sad. It's just how things are. And what was that for, anyways? You should warn someone before you do that.