The Color I Desire
A/N: A quick reflexive fic I typed up, in Juri's P.O.V. I love Juri. *Sigh* ...Anyway, R&R!
I hate you.
I hate you for your eyes. For your hair, and for your smile. That cruel, cruel smile. Deep velvet has become the color that I loathe. The color that I desire.
You touch me in the dark. This is the only time, devoid of all, when we can be together. When I can feel your heart, beating against mine. The place I call my dreams.
Oh, sweet reverie. Which brings you to me. The hole in my heart shrinks to thee, and yet grows wider with each passing day. Each cold stare. Each casual passer-by must mock my insecurities.
But you don't mock. You use.
You hate, and you abuse.
But no, I hate you more. I must hate more. I used to always have the control. Until you came. And though I still delight in fooling myself, thinking I know just what it is I am doing. Inside I beat myself. Emotions riding the ultimate high and low.
I hate you.
I hate you for the false hope you gave to me. Hope, that someone would love me. Love me for who I am, and not for who I pretend to be. The strings pulling at my cold heart laugh cruelly. I hate you for turning my heart to ice.
I hate you for shattering it.
Reality must continue on, I know. No matter how much I dream, hurt, or cry. These have become my fondest past times. They have all revolved around you. You, and the pain you bring to me.
Shiori.
The name flows off of my tongue, and into the bottomless pit of blood beneath me. Deep crimson covers my eyes, dilating my pupils. My blood, of all. If you could see me now. Smirk? Chuckle inside your throat. Laugh at what you have made me, because this is all I will ever be.
In my reach, and yet so far. You came back to me, only to stretch further away. Hating you, yet loving you even more.
No, I lied. I hate you. Because that's all I will let myself do. If I cannot have you, if I cannot fool anyone else beside myself with the barrier I put up so long ago...
Then I choose to hate you.
Cooled blood turns to the color of violet. Your hair. Your eyes.
Deep violet.
The color that I desire.
A/N: A quick reflexive fic I typed up, in Juri's P.O.V. I love Juri. *Sigh* ...Anyway, R&R!
I hate you.
I hate you for your eyes. For your hair, and for your smile. That cruel, cruel smile. Deep velvet has become the color that I loathe. The color that I desire.
You touch me in the dark. This is the only time, devoid of all, when we can be together. When I can feel your heart, beating against mine. The place I call my dreams.
Oh, sweet reverie. Which brings you to me. The hole in my heart shrinks to thee, and yet grows wider with each passing day. Each cold stare. Each casual passer-by must mock my insecurities.
But you don't mock. You use.
You hate, and you abuse.
But no, I hate you more. I must hate more. I used to always have the control. Until you came. And though I still delight in fooling myself, thinking I know just what it is I am doing. Inside I beat myself. Emotions riding the ultimate high and low.
I hate you.
I hate you for the false hope you gave to me. Hope, that someone would love me. Love me for who I am, and not for who I pretend to be. The strings pulling at my cold heart laugh cruelly. I hate you for turning my heart to ice.
I hate you for shattering it.
Reality must continue on, I know. No matter how much I dream, hurt, or cry. These have become my fondest past times. They have all revolved around you. You, and the pain you bring to me.
Shiori.
The name flows off of my tongue, and into the bottomless pit of blood beneath me. Deep crimson covers my eyes, dilating my pupils. My blood, of all. If you could see me now. Smirk? Chuckle inside your throat. Laugh at what you have made me, because this is all I will ever be.
In my reach, and yet so far. You came back to me, only to stretch further away. Hating you, yet loving you even more.
No, I lied. I hate you. Because that's all I will let myself do. If I cannot have you, if I cannot fool anyone else beside myself with the barrier I put up so long ago...
Then I choose to hate you.
Cooled blood turns to the color of violet. Your hair. Your eyes.
Deep violet.
The color that I desire.