-Hello Ravens, this is not quite a poem fic but it's something. This can honestly be a Vision X Reader or a Vision X OC. Either way, this means a lot to me. Yes there are mentions of sex, but use your imagination. Nothing descriptive. There is also self harm. That's what this is about. Be mature. I hope you enjoy...-
My silver brush painted itself over my wrist
Red paint dripped down my skin and I looked at it mesmerized
I hadn't seen so much
I found my art beautiful, the only thing that I could successfully do
The only way I could express how I feel
There is a bang behind me
A door
I turn to see him standing there
A being who's skin is as red as what drips down my arm
He rushes to me and grabs my wrist that is holding my blade
Making me drop it to the floor
He yells and cups my cheek
Staring into my eyes
His hand presses over my wrist as he desperately tries to stop it
But the paint keeps dripping
The yellow stone upon his forehead glows slightly
Searing pain abrupt upon my art and I scream
Tears gathering at my eyes
How could he do this
He's ruining it
My art closes up and he hugs me to his chest
I can hear him whispering how much he is sorry
That he wants to protect me
I don't understand why he is so upset
Doesn't he understand?
Warm lips rest on mine and my eyes flutter shut
The contact felt better than any brush.
Any blade
Now I understand why he acted the way he did
Tears slip down my cheeks and I kiss back
I have to show him
He needs to know I'm sorry
His hands wrap around me and trace my flesh
My clothing had been discarded already
Though I can't remember how
His touch made my body feel ablaze
Fire meeting ice
His fingers trail over each mark I have
I can feel his body shake in anger
He wanted to help me
How could I be so selfish?
Being as one
It hurt
It stung and made me nearly cry
Lips kiss away my tears and I look up at blue irises
So much love in one expression
How had I missed it?
The pain subsides and his body pushes against mine
He was trying so hard not to cause more pain
I whisper to him that it's okay
I trust him
He pushes more and I gasp
My back arches and I grit my teeth
I had never felt so vulnerable
I have to trust him
He needs to know this
The pace quickens
I can't take more
My lips press back to his and I cry out
He grunts and pulls me closer
We both needed the contact
"Please don't hurt yourself again..."
Tears drip onto my neck and I feel guilty
I had made him cry
I never want to see or feel those tears again
"Vision, for you, anything."
-I hope you liked it. Self harm is an awful thing that no one should feel like they have to do. I speak from personal experience. You are not alone and there is always someone who cares about you.-