Day 1 of writing about One Piece Characters and not say who
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You can tell by the way the room tightens
that hesitation gets people killed.
Silence doing most of the talking.
He smells like disinfectant and regret,
like blood washed too many times
from skin that remembers anyway.
Every look he gives feels measured,
as if heâs already decided
how much loss he can afford today.
He doesnât raise his voice.
Thereâs something terrifying
about a man who stays calm
while the world is breakingâ
like heâs already seen worse
and survived it out of pure spite.
buried under intelligence sharp enough
to cut through god complexes and fools alike.
He heals people for a living
but doesnât believe in miracles.
In cutting away whatâs rotten
Love scares the shit out of him.
Not because he doesnât feel itâ
because he feels it too much.
Because everyone he ever loved
came with an expiration date
like armor bolted to bone.
sometimes you see it crack.
When kindness stays longer than expected.
When someone looks at him
He doesnât ask for softness.
while pretending he wouldnât notice
This poem isnât about anyone specific.
who learned how to cut the world open
before he learned how to let it touch him,
who controls everything in his reach
except the ache that never shuts the fuck up.
Wouldnât admit a thing.
it was written about him.
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I look forward to seeing who you guys think it is.<333
gummygunk
kianamaiart
blakekathryn
ellievsbear
snowghoul
dailybridgerton
gracieabrams
romaincrisis
