Uploading test number one! It's either my computer or (though said computer has been rather wanky) that I had been unable to upload/add another chapter to existing fics, for more than a friggin week. Does anyone else have this problem?
Nyways, I bring weird poetry. I've never written poems for anime before, since I think it's weird, but…yargh. Songficc-y, I guess? Mreh, review orand flame.
Did I even put this in the right place?
I love your eyes
and the mud on your face like
My sweet surmise
and the shit that you'd taste like
Being the richest, smartest, best man in town, Seto Kaiba would've never thought to find himself locked inside his private bathroom nor dripping blood all over his million dollar floor.
An angel;
You fell from above
All you needed
Was a pitiful shove
This is stupid, he thought, the knife just an inch above his wrist – really fucking stupid.
Then he brought it down.
Off the tree
and into the mud
Plea and plea
But drown in the suds
…And missed.
A huge wave of relief and regret and what the fuck was I doing? washed over him, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He could hear the jumpy, rapid, uneven rhythm of the beats, wondering what it would've been like if he was 'brave' enough to kill himself like a man.
So I wake up and I realize
I want to dream
There's blood on the sheets
But I couldn't scream
Actually, he'd thought that he'd take it like a man, too. That was what he'd told himself when he'd been oh so kindly delivered the news, first hand this morning. He had merely stalked away, poker faced, shrugging as he headed out the door.
Like a tragic, crying sin
The failure sinking in
He'd walked languidly up the stairs, and in a very calm state of mind he had gone into the bathroom and locked himself in.
Then he promptly broke down and wept like the sixteen year old he forgot he was.
You are just some idiot I saw
A living, breathing flaw
And you mean nothing at all
He hadn't exactly taken rejection into consideration, he mused, finally dropping the knife and watching as it slides in his blood – in fact, he hadn't thought about it at all. All he planned was to walk in and proclaim his love. Then Jou would pounce on him like a mutt he was and…
You are just another to kiss
You've got nothing at all that I'd miss
There isn't anything else to this
…and it didn't happen.
He wept some more. Fuck being weak.
I've got nothing to hide
But still I'm dying inside…
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Back at home, Jou cried with him.
"Good boy," his father breathed down his neck.
…Yeahhhhhh. Review because I know you're such awesome people –cough-.