Summary: "To be determined, once I figure my life out beyond this hollow feeling in my chest." /series of abstract poems, mostly HakuKai in nature/
GA: These are not my best poems, but not my worst poems, either. They're not my happiest poems, nor my saddest poems. They just...exist, I suppose. Some will be nostalgic, some will be bitter, and most will be very, very symbolic. Title based on This is Gospel by Panic! At The Disco.
Enjoy.
GOSPEL I: VELVET
You are velvet.
You are soft and strong and oh, so beautiful.
You are the feeling on the inside, when everything is bittersweet and lovely.
Nestling that ring of emotions within your red velvet grip,
And speaking white velvet lies like you've always done.
"I hate you, I hate you."
"I love you."
Always with those white velvet lies.
Velvet is seductive and dark and alluring,
And yet never quite within my grasp, fluttering out before taunting once again.
How many times must I love something so precious, something so fragile,
Something like love and velvet and you?
Because you are velvet,
soft and strong and oh, so beautiful,
But as soft as it is, it can turn to dust.
But as strong as it is, it can easily tear.
But as beautiful as it is, it can become marred in its journey.
And as soft and strong and beautiful as you are,
You are simply velvet.
Before you, nobody ever bothered to tell me
That one small fact that I've never quite understood,
And never quite wanted to hear.
Nobody bothered to tell me, that velvet was flammable,
And yet you told me, and showed me.
(You are velvet.)
GA: Hakuba's point of view for this one. There's one line that won't make sense without context, but I have a very recurring motif in my writing that has especially cropped up in some of my WIP HakuKai fics (spoilers for PBP, if any of you are reading that on AO3).
Namely, the concept of, "I can't love you when you're dying", or vice versa, "I can't love you when I'm dying." Death and love is a terrible thing to cling on to, and yet.
'Til next time.
~G. Annihilator