M4M: I edited this, so all mistakes are supposedly intentional, it's poetry format, got it?
Usa's Comfort
I'm always at the arcade,
where have you been?
Where have I been?
You're not here yet.
I'm upset,
I'm anxious for you to get here.
I need that.
You are not Here yet.
Something's happened,
And I need those squabbles,
To get it off my mind
But, you're, . . .. .Not here yet
The secrets I hold between us,
have created this tension,
have forged a freak relationship.
You're Not . . . . . . . herE yet/
Why haven't you come yet,
you're always here right now
you're always there, here, I mean
you're... not here yet...
Our fighting,
your sneers and my secret tears
But no unveiling of what YOU feel, nor mine...
...you're not... here yet...
My silent desperation
At our always confrontation
But no sweetly consolation, of our ... final ending, of this/
...you're not...
Are you ever coming?
Or is this end,
And the beginning of my deepest depression?
...not... here.
My tears are brimming,
And I'm looking at that clock on the wall,...
My resignation chiming and that utter abyss chime with that clock
... not... coming?
My heart feels,
Like someone's taken a knife and stabbed my heart,
then twisted it out of spite... it lays there bleeding, hurting, and more knife stabbing... pain. Blank pain.
...you're... not... c-c-...c-c-c-coming/...
As I get up from my seat,
My heart, tormented in hell,
I distantly hear the door chime, with the death chime of my soul...
... ... ...he's not...
I'm... almost... out/ the ddoor...
Names... calling me... someone...
My name... a male calls...
...,...,./broken/...,..,..., ...,.,.,...,...
/I/stop/...
There's/someone- /preventing-- /me.
From... /walking out- ;that; door...
...he can't be here...
His voice...
hallucinations...
Desert mirage... for the thirsty.
...is he?...
I look up with flickering hope,
triggering in my brain,
That stupid green jacket, that same midnight hair, those blue, deep-as-water eyes. They shock me. I didn't realise I was crying? he looks so surprised?
..>...HE'S HERE!
My lunging at your form,
takes you off by sheer surprise
I am enclosed within your arms, and you in mine, we are together, I feel peace, MINE.
UCUCUCUCUCUCUCUCUCUCUCUC
M4M: Well, here's part of my tribute to SM! This will be a collection of Usa/Mamoru romance drablets. :) Hope you enjoy the first one! n.n It's sort of a poem, but it does tell a story! n.n
Explanation:
Something has happened to Usagi and she's upset, so she goes to the arcade to see if she can be cheered up by Mamoru-baka and their wierd fights they have consistently, while waiting she thinks about various things, their relationship, where Mamoru is, etc. She begins to lose hope becuase time has passed and Mamoru isn't at the arcade at the normal time, the one liners throughout the poem-story express how her mind-set changes and how she's worrying etc. Her mind goes into a barely functioning mode towards the end because Mamoru hasn't come, and it's like he's refusing her or something, but then someone comes into the arcade, a male, and calls her name. It's Mamoru, Usagi is elated to see him and lunges at him and hugs him or glomps him. Mamoru is surprised and she's basically snuggling with him and not really paying any attention to other stuff. So, yah! n.nU Usagi could have even called Mamoru to meet her at the arcade because something happened, and that would explain why she becomes so depressed when he isn't there, but I wrote it under the pretense that something had happened to Usagi and she went on with their normalcy, yet strange tradition, to get her mind off things. So there! ;P
Hope you enjoyed it! See you all whenever I update this collection!