A/N: Old poem when I first got into D Gray Man. I don't know why I wrote it, just did. It made sense at the time. Even though it's years old, I'd like to share my embarrassing works.
Just Ink
Poem
One shared breath, one fleeting touch
Flames cascade and mix with soft icicles
Fevered emotions and shutting eyes
Signals sparking between them as they move
A rhythm lost in time is for their time only
A gentle move
Pushing
Bending
Not breaking contact; clutched hands clench tighter
He's crying, he knows this, and the tears won't stop
Lips kiss them away, yet some cling to lashes
The dagger is bare, not quite stained with blood
But it still awaits to sate its thirst
He begs, he pleads, and he places a hand over the dagger
He draws it close to him and the other is horrified
He whispers, he utters all which he had never said before
Their feelings, loved and unloved, and a climax arises
Cut him down, for he is only ink, but this ink...
It made him feel.
Lavi never wanted to kill him, his Allen