Well, sadly it's exam time and with me doing half my gcse's a year early I don't really have time to have crushes but that never stops me ehh? Soo yeah I'm smitten and after writing down random thoughts and stringing them together it spawned this. By the way this is very exaggerated, I don't feel this strong about the guy I like.
And besides I haven't updated in a while so I thought I should, this is just a random drabble tbh.
Stolen Glances
Poison. This feeling coursing through my veins is killing me slowly. Never being able to touch you, to call you mine is painful. Death would be justified, if I can't have you why should I live? I've bettered the world. All I want is to be able to gaze upon the ever brilliance that is Light Yagami and not just steal glances.
Your warm golden eyes show me that there is more to you. They show me a slight tinge of pain; I yearn for the ability erase that pain. But maybe that pain is the consequences of your actions as kira. Either way it every time I see you discontented I feel my heart break a little more inside.
That small expanse of skin, that form fitting shirt. My breathing becomes more erratic just thinking about them. I would give my life just to have you wrap those slender limbs around my meagre frame. For you to take me into those arms and touch me in places in a way that only you can.
You look so innocent while sleeping but who knows what goes inside that implausible mind of yours. What do you dream of? What happens in those dreams that appear only to you? Do dream of yourself? Do you dream of a new world? Do you dream of Misa? Do you, will you, ever dream of me?
One stolen glance at you makes my heart beat fitfully and my stomach feels as though butterflies are flittering through at about 100 miles per hour. But one stolen glance also creates a new pang of disenchantment as I know that you will never be mine and I shall never be yours. I will never be able to take you and hear you moan my name. I will never be able to watch your breathing slowly steady itself, I will never be able to hold you in my arms and whisper sweet nothings.
For one who has been detached from human contact in so long, so many mixed emotions feels like both fire and ice running through my blood.
One stolen glance can often seem like one thousand yawning gazes.
This one is quite a short one but I am quite proud of it =]
Constructive criticism always helps :D