MisaxRaito onesided

In Misa's POV when she suicides…

gee i like to think of dead it means nearer because deeper

firmer since darker than little round water at one end of

the well it's too cool to be crooked and it's too firm

to be hard but it's sharp and thick and it loves, every

old thing falls in rosebugs and jackknives and kittens and

pennies they all sit there looking at each other having the

fastest time because they've never met before

dead's more even than how many ways of sitting on

your head your unnatural hair has in the morning

dead's clever too like POF goes the alarm off and the

little striker having the best time tickling away every-

body's brain so everybody just puts out their finger

and they stuff the poor thing all full of fingers

dead has a smile like the nicest man you've never met

who maybe winks at you in a streetcar and you pretend

you don't but really you do see and you are My how

glad he winked and hope he'll do it again

or if it talks about you somewhere behind your back it

makes your neck feel pleasant and stoopid and if

dead says may i have this one and was never intro-

duced you say Yes because you know you want it to

dance with you and it wants to and it can dance and

Whocares

dead's fine like hands do you see that water flowerpots

in windows but they live higher in their house than

you so that's all you see but you don't want to

dead's happy like the way underclothes All so differ-

ently solemn and inti and sitting on one string

dead never says my dear,Time for your musiclesson

and you like music and to have somebody play who

can but you know you never can and why have to?

dead's nice like a dance where you danced simple hours

and you take all your prickley-clothes off and squeeze-

into-largeness without one word and you lie still as

anything in largeness and this largeness begins to

give you,the dance all over again and you,feel all again

all over the way men you liked made you feel when they

touched you(but that's not all)because largeness tells

you so you can feel what you made,men feel when,you

touched,them

dead's sorry like a thistlefluff-thing which goes land-

ing away all by himself on somebody's roof or some-

thing where who-ever-heard-of-growing and nobody

expects you to anyway

dead says come with me he says(andwhyevernot)into

the round well and see the kitten and the penny and

the jackknife and the rosebug

and you say Sure you

say (like that) sure i'll come with you you say for i

like kittens i do and jackknives i do and pennies i do

and rosebugs i do

Misa was glad to die. She wanted to die for her beloved Yagami Raito.

doomedpassion: this is a poem by E. E. Cummings