I know you don't want to hear my excuse of how I ended up in a group home for a month and a half and still haven't returned home, amiright?
So here's something small.
Sorry for the poetry-type crap, but I'm reading Burned at the moment, which is in the style, and I wanted to try it. ;)
It didn't Hurt.
No, not really.
If I must be a guy, might as well
act the part.
...
Little rustles.
Cleaning, I suppose.
My sandwhich was
uneaten, of course.
...
"Do you like it when I'm mad, or something?"
He was
fustrated.
A bit
angry.
And maybe
Confused?
...
Whispers only escaped.
"Of course not.
Then you might
start to hate me."
...
Stop.
I heard it.
Felt it
stop.
And I hoped
To whatever was up there,
that he didn't
hate me.
...
"God.
Dammit."
...
I gagged on his tone
Oh, no.
Oh, God.
...
"This
it isn't going to work."
...
Nails.
At my hair,
digging
at my skull.
...
"Unless something
changes."
The pieces
they didn't fit together
to me.
...
I hoped my voice didn't
crack.
"Changes?"
...
"Don't be a moron!"
Kurogane
A typical
man.
Bad with words.
Very physical.
But that makes me a
man
too.
...
Without
complications.
Without
Words so hard.
He had said,
Don't make me
explain myself.
Because I
Can't.
...
"What do you
want?"
...
"Trust me."
...
"Easy for
you
to say."
My nails,
they sat there,
uncertain, at my skull.
...
"...I won't say please."
Kurogane
wasn't dumb.
He was
masculine, all
adrenalin.
But he wasn't
Stupid.
Never was he
stupid.
...
Steps.
Toward me.
Soft.
He wasn't trying to
hide.
If he were, he'd be
silent.
...
A knee, it cracked
as he crouched
before me,
before Silence.
...
"Talk," I murmured,
cracked voice washing into
Silence's face.
"I can't
judge."
...
Nails,
tighter,
pain.
Memories.
Want.
Need.
...
"Tell me
truths.
Like always."
...
Always.
He'd never
lied. Though his words
they could be painful.
But they were never true lies.
...
"I won't tell you,
'Baby,
it'll be alright.'
Hunny, I'll never hurt you.'
Because I might,
by accident.
And you're
not my
baby.
You're hardly mine.
But I'm all yours.
So take me?
You expect lies.
So take truths,
since you're so stupid
as to ask."
...
A glance
was all I chanced
up from my knees.
A bit of slack
was all I gave
my nails from my brain.
...
Wordy for him,
yes.
A change,
yes.
...
"Truths.
They sound like lies.
Everything sounds like
lies."
...
"Then you're hearing is
fucked up."
...
He smirked.
Calm.
An infero in a ditch,
enclosed for the time being.
...
Somehow smiling,
I reached out
pushed him.
Not like it made a difference.
He hardly budged.
"Screw you."
...
"Please do."
...
Stupid. Dog.