A note from Lucy: I came up with the title before the actual concept. I was in a real poetry mood. I’ve done a lot of angst beforebutI haven’t written it in a poetic form like this. And yes, before you all ask, it was late as heck when I wrote this. My sleep schedule is officially screwed. Oh well!
Please excuse the lack or dividers. Tumblr is being a whore and not letting me use images.
The Finer Things
Todoroki Shouto x (GN) Reader
WC: 0.4K
TWs: (0) N/A
I have a confession to make in silence. I shall utter it to the cold and unresponsive air in my room. Darkness clouding my lidded eyes as I lay in partial slumber. And it shall be preached back to me in my thoughts in the morrow. For the past haunts me and the future taunts me, the reason behind it being you not loving me. And I am once again left oblivious tonight for what tomorrow has in store for us.
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My love for you can quench any thirst, satiate any hunger and rest any fatigue. YetIam still left, thirsty, starving and exhausted, longing for more of your lingering affections and advances on my ever doting heart.
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If I were to open myself up to you I’m afraid I would scare you off. Terror lies inme, dormant. Ready to erupt and suffocate you. Scorch your love to death. That would bring sorrow on your part. But knowing it was me to inflict that upon your soft and gentle desire would maim this emotion.
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Love has been described to me in many ways by countless individuals. That it is a personal idea and is one of the few things humanity shall never conquer. Now, I admit that I found this belief naïve. But now, looking upon your resting figure I feel nothing but love. And for such a significant emotion, we were ignorant enough to numb it and reduce it to four letters. Well, that couldn’t even do a fraction of justice to what I feel with you.
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Your lips invite me in but I hardly take a breath. It would be agony. With your lashes dusting my blushing cheeks I am reminded of your feather-light touches. Embrace me with your words, cradle my delicate and quivering lips, treat me as you wish. Abuse my advances on your love. Tell me what I wish to hear and what I never want to admit. Turn my words on me so I can see you listen. Let me drown in them. Let me look into your eyes once more before we part ways. And leave me searching for a part of me you are yet to touch.
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Perfect ache. That is what I am naming it. The contradiction of love and how it wounds me into submission. My heart aching splendidly and tied down to you. Beating meekly but still beating for you. I shall not live with you forever. Time has cut us short and stolen the words unsaid from our starving mouths. You, my love, are everything to me. How bold of me to assume I could go on loving you for eternity. But there shall be another eternity. This is not a goodbye for good. This is a goodbye for now.
