the hopeless still hope
jellal/erza
.
oh, she's hurting bad,
and y o u know it,
blood the
color of her
scarlet hair,
eyes broken by it all—
and really, you want to
k
i
l
l
what made her scared,
except
when you look a g a i n
it's you that
put
that
fear
there, where her eye used
to be covered,
and she's all grown
up,
but you can't help
but
see that little girl
she used to
be,
your little
warrior with
the
m a k e s h i f t
armor—
fighting her
way up
to you again,
just like
old
times w h e n you knew
something like
l
o
v
e
.
and it's almost
a broken
r e c o r d,
but this time she
knows
the
hate just
like
you did
that time.
and
you don't know when
it all
changed to
this.
so you sit up
in your
play p r e t e n d
throne,
with your little
game—
and you're making up
the
c
h
i
l
d
h
o
o
d
you wanted,
except there's no Erza
and
yet you
just keep dreaming.
(heaven isn't heaven without her)