A note from Lucy: Well would you look at that! Its another poetry drabble! I’ll probably stop churning the. out at some point but they are really fun to write. The idea of shouto sat in bed Laye at night, dreaming about you while he scrawls these out into a notebook has me soft. He would be blessing the whole time!
Nothing soothes an ache like time. Give me meaning. Rip it from my bleeding hands. Leave me wounded. But love, that can’t stop you from once being mine, the principle still stands and the past is indented.
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Into my mind you have slipped, my love. Like a thief in the night. And although you have stolen my thought, you have somehow taken my heart with it. I see it in your possession. Even now, it still lays there, beating meekly with snuffed out yearning. How could you dare to leave me with this ghost of a love and the hollow echo of that same hushed beating.
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Heaven and hell were such as mere words to me. Only when I was bid the pleasure of your company did I truly understand what man was preaching. For being without your velvet touch and this saccharine laugh is to be plunged into a dingy, burning, seething pit. And to be with you is like a floating euphoria, a high like no other, and a taste I savour on my tongue ripe with sweet nothings upon it. All just for you.
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What is love without springing from a whim? If I could not act upon it then nothing would prevail and I would forget. Don’t let me forget you. I never want you to be a familiar stranger.
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These words live in poverty when elucidating this ever changing love we share. Shall I call it exquisite? Maybe ethereal? No. I think I shall leave it to the quiet to decide.
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I want to exist in the comfort of being yours. But as we have previously learned, forever is a sickly-saccharine-sweet delusion. So, for now, it will have to do. Pardon my avarice, dearest.
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I have leaped into these depths before. Maybe I will gladly do it again. I know that as long as I am with you, not a harrowing thing could happen again. Perhaps drowning won’t satiate its hunger on me? You will keep my head above, will you not? Lift my chin with your refined graces; Cast a gaze upon my eyes; set my fluttering stomach at rest in the comfort of you. Do it all and have no mercy on my enthralled soul. Afterall, there is only one way for me to find out.
A note from Lucy: I wanted to write something as a birthday treat to myself. A bit late as it was yesterday but oh well. I’ve had these little poetry notes saved up for a while now and I wanted to add to the ever growing collection. I hope you like them!
I fell in love with the way you live. Not just what you do but how you do It too. Mundane to you? Beauty to me. A pure beauty that no one can replicate. Because then it would lose its naturality.
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I feel as though I’m suffocating inside myself. Either your love is invading my lungs or my heart is swelling too much with affection for them to cope. Either way, I’m still left breathless. Can you bare that weight?
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One lifetime couldn’t even dream of quantifying this love. Please seek me out again. In the afterlife or another. I’m yours for the taking, my dear.
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Comparing thee to a summer’s day? I shall not compare you to anything. One, because a summer’s day shall come to an end ( that I shan’t dare to wish that upon you), and two,it has been seen before. And you cannot have been seen before, for you are an extraordinary person.
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Shallow love means very little to me. I value the messy parts. Whatever is in your mind, lay it on my chest and I will take the weight of the burden. You can be at rest. I shall forever chase those pretty little thoughts.
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I will grow old with this little secret and deliver it to our grave.
Do not be afraid my dear, it will bear no pain.
For only the lord in heaven above could possibly know how it feels to be so in love. And to know your delicate name.
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One shall define perfect in many ways. The truth is, our silly little words are games in the way of the universe. They are held to our tongues and then spat, or spoken softly. And only to our comprehension are they made meaningful. Perfection is more than just a word to me. It is you in every sense of being and extacy.
A note from Lucy: Sooooooooo…I made apart two. Part three might be coming up? Who knows pfft. Again, pretty short due to the fact that I'ts all poetry. Anyway, I hope you enjoy
The Finer Things
Todoroki Shouto x (GN) Reader
WC: 0.3K
TWs: (0) N/A
Entrapped in your gaze I no longer choose violence. My breath has been stolen from me as your face twists into a smile. How gentle and angelic of you to love me. I am a monster. But to you I am a lover. I bear fists to others. But to you I just bear my heart.And I wish to do that forevermore.
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Gentle touches spur me forward. A feeling I wish to indulge in selfishly cradles my beating chest. I’m certain you can hear it. I’m frozen to the spot with you there. You see, you have a strange power over me, Love. A monopoly over my mind. I’m almost infatuated. I cannot stop thinking about you and your delicate face.
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Please be careful with me and I will be gentle with you, Love. It’s a fragile game we are playing. I promise to put you first and take time for you. Listen to your woes and console you. Let me breathe you in and savour your scent. I promise to look after you.
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Mornings are one of the sweetest creations of god. A silence I can listen to while you rest by me. Your breaths rise and fall; the drowsy kisses and hushed giggles prepare me for the day. Take time for me too. I vow to you that I will be here if you need me. Call my name in the most delicate of tongues and let me relish in that luxury. You are all I could want for the rest of my life. It is a true pleasure to know you.
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The moon may cast it’s silver shine and the sun it’s warm glow, but no light is greater than yours. I take great pride in calling you mine, love. You are wonderful. Words have a strange way of showing it justice. And yet they still fail. The reason being, you are too divine to be understood in that way. My mind is put to a halt when I take a moment with you. Pure serenity.
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.
A note from Lucy: Started writing with a stable-ish mental state and a healthy sleep schedule. Spiralled into anxiety. Had an existential crisis. Sat on my bedroom floor at 04:36 AM eating cereal out of a mug and with a teaspoon. Wrote this. Et Voila!
Comments and reblogs are really appreciated as I crave validation and my will to write is a dying species. (Please, for the love of God help me out!)
You are walking poetry. I wish to explore you to the point where there is nothing left to discover or unearth. To pick apart everything to the very base of your existence. The good and the bad. The ugly and beautiful. Only then will I finally understand you and your troubled mind. Chaos incased by order; Overlooked, yet still intriguing to those who find deeper meaning within.
Y/N
The best part about Saturdays was the freedom they gave you. The ability to do what you wanted without school or your parents getting involved. All your homework was finished yesterday or the day before, leaving you to spend time with your friends. And that day rolled over to Sunday. The next day will be Monday, meaning you’ll be back to grind, neck-deep in even more coursework. All of it could be a little too overwhelming at times so you were glad to have the break.
