Special – Chrome Dokuro & Mukuro Rokudo
You have always made me feel special.
In more ways than one.
I cared for you.
And I believed that you cared for me too.
I trusted you.
So why?
Why did you have to do this to me?
Was I not good?
Did I do something wrong?
Tell me.
Please.
You have always made me feel special.
But not anymore.
Now I feel dirty.
When I am in your presence, I want to run.
I want to run far, far away from you.
Because you are the cause of my sickness.
It is you who makes me shun myself.
It is you who betrayed me.
Do you deny it?
No, you know what you did.
You take everything.
I give and give with no return.
It's fine though.
I never expected anything from you anyway.
I never expected it.
I never thought that you would do this to me.
Why?
No, on second thought, I do not want to hear your reason.
I trusted you.
I believed you.
And so I failed in protecting myself.
Trusting in myself.
Believing in myself.
When you asked if I would do anything for you, I answered yes.
But I don't think like that anymore.
I am not little anymore.
I am no longer naïve.
I am not Chrome Dokuro anymore.
My name is Nagi.
Just Nagi.
Plain and simple, you should be able to remember it.
But I wouldn't expect you to.
You told me to close my eyes.
You told me to not make a sound.
You told me to relax.
You told me to welcome you.
You told me to stretch.
You told me to open up.
You told me to scream.
But then again,
You told me to breathe.
No one had ever told me that before.
It was always for me to hold my breath.
To not wander off.
To never look straight into another's eyes.
To not reach out to another.
You released me from everything.
It was you.
And even if I am no longer Chrome Dokuro, I would still follow you.
Even now.
I told myself that I would say no.
That I would never let you do that again.
But I let you.
Over and over again.
It hurt, Mukuro-sama.
It hurt the first time.
The second time.
The third time.
The fourth time.
I do not know where we left off.
Where you left off.
I stopped counting.
Because it was just that many times the pain.
I never said no.
So as you ask me this question.
"Would you jump for me, Chrome?"
I'll answer you with another.
"How high?"
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Well, that was my first try for a poem... so yea, good, bad, or semi-decent? YOU BE THE JUDGE!!!
Oh yea, P.S This also will have a story counterpart, so if you don't like this one, I'll try my best at the story preceeding!!!
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